these hands
These hands are strong and capable. They are not afraid to work. They are eager to help. These hands are soft and gentle. They touch the ones I love.
these arms
These arms hold my children. These arms embrace the ones I love.
these legs
These legs are sturdy and strong. They reach the ground and take me where I need to go.
these feet
These feet have walked in foreign lands and felt the touch of foreign sands.
this belly
This belly carried my babies and kept them safe until they were ready to face the world. The marks are a badge of honor, earned while I swelled to accommodate the beautiful babies that grew within me.
these breasts
These breasts brought forth the life-giving sustenance that nourished my babies for two full years.
these eyes
These eyes are the windows to my soul. Wide open, they hide nothing. These eyes have cried an ocean of tears. They’ve sparkled with joy and flashed with ire.
this smile
This smile can light up a room.
this skin
This skin is soft and silky. Feminine. It speaks, and what it has to say is “I am woman.”
these lines
These lines have stories to tell. Each wrinkle unique to me, and only me.
these scars
These scars bear testimony of joy and pain. Each one carries its own memory and evokes the seasons and the senses. This one, a burn, came on a hot summer night, in the company of family and loved ones, while the secret sorrow of another lost baby distracted my mind. I treasure each scar, which represents some chapter in my life. Each one is a part of the story of who I am and how I came to be the me who is here now.
this mind
This mind is at times sharp and quick. At times misunderstood. At times blocked. At times stubborn. At times witty. At times at war with itself. Always hungry for resolution, reason, understanding, wisdom, peace, and harmony.
this face
This face is a fortunate happenstance of genetics. It wears the years well. This face says, “This is me, here and now. I am strong. I am kind. I am good. I mean no harm. I am trying to do my best and to be my best. I am alive. I am real. I am blessed. I am not broken. But I am sometimes sad.”
this heart
This heart is learning to honor the vessel that holds it. This heart is full of love.
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