My breasts are ample, although somewhat smallish for a fat chick – and I love my breasts.
My bounteous arse looks even more substantial because of how my spine arches – and I love my arse.
My belly’s soft curves undulate when I walk – and I love my belly.
My abundant hips flow from my waist in pear-shaped glory – and I love my hips.
My thighs are pinkly dimpled – and I love my thighs.
My body is short and round and fat – and I love my body.
I stand in the shower, looking in the bathroom mirror, and I like what I see. I see me. I see my shape. I see myself taking up space in the world. I see a goddess. I see my beauty.
Lovely. Just what I needed today, thanks! Your body sounds a lot like mine. My love for it ebbs and wanes, though. I may print out your poem as a reminder… would that be ok?
Hi Tammy, go for it :)
This is wonderful. Thanks for putting a smile on my face.
I’m on the same page, I’d love to print out the poem to remind myself that I’m still beautiful no matter what size my pants may be! Love the poem!
He! I love my short, fat, round body, too. It’s a nice place to live in.
Beautiful post, thanks for sharing. My body is not especially short, but it is fat & round, growing older, disabled but a survivor, & it is beautiful in its own way. Here is to loving our wonderful, miraculous diverse bodies just as they are.
Lovely indeed! This is so very beautiful, every woman in the world should read this. You’re great, keep it up and keep on loving your body. I sure will.