It Is Time

You are not your bra size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress. You are no amalgam of these things. You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries.

-Heartbreaker's Handbook

I believe it is time

to stop mourning the body of youth

Even in her dewy verdancy, we held

a conflicted relationship

She never quite lived up

to her air brushed sisters. They had

melon breasts 

while she had cottage cheese thighs

I believe it is time

to embrace the fragrant dumpling body of middle age

It is more yielding

more willing to both give and

receive

Within its folds are secrets

gained only through time and

experience

I believe it is time

to drape my body in its finest linens and loveliest decorations

Why save them?

Why not now?

It is time to stop mourning the body of youth

and celebrate

Set the table for a feast.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Fireblossom Fridays, Bodies