It’s my birthday, and I was recently reminded of this little poem (is it a poem? what makes a poem?) I wrote a couple of years ago and I gave it a little edit yesterday. Is it good? eh, I don’t know. But, I like it and it seems a fitting “hello” on my birthday and amidst my inadvertent summer break.
Hope you’re well and, if not savoring summer, at least appreciating the change in scene a new season brings. I’ll be back here regularly in a bit.
Don’t tell me your thighs are thunderous m&ms are a guilty pleasure your diet starts tomorrow new jeans will be purchased once you lose fifteen on a new miracle diet I am weary of hearing all the ways women are attempting to become smaller, and smaller, and smaller in a world with no imagination for women with big voices, big bodies, big hopes. Tell me the last time a meal was so good it made you grateful to be alive you laughed so hard you couldn’t breathe beauty unfettered made your heart stop beating you bought the jeans, the dress, the sweater because your life today—your today body—is a gift, an ordinary miracle.
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