I was unaware the curve in my waist,
Would be how others judge my womanhood with such haste.

I didn't know the size of my chest,
Would make you see more of me or less.

Heaven forbid the youthful body turn into a body that's grown,
There'd be less room for your macho seeds to be sewn.

I'm sorry my backside doesn't have more of an arc,
But, it's confusing, because I still hear the male bark. 

Even females have made me feel less-than,
Commenting my body reminds them of adolescence. 

Not knowing the wisdom, scars, and compassion this body of mine holds,
People have missed out on the story and friendship my heart could have told. 

Yes, there's lots of face-value judging,
And lots of lines drawn that need some smudging.

So, I'm standing up for myself, not a minute too soon,
My body is mine and not yours to critique or swoon.

My chest has been sizes A to C,
And in each cup size- it's always been me.

My figures not curvaceous, but straight,
And I indeed do hold a smaller weight.

This doesn't make me lucky or better-than,
But a target for insecure eyes and the body scam.

Stretch marks, let me show you,
Laugh lines, I've got more than a few.

You won't find a set of straight teeth here,
This is a woman who loves herself- something to fear.

My posture- not the best,
My soul is where most my energy invests.

I'm writing this, because you've got it too!
You've got all those insanely, gorgeous, unique things about you.

So, instead of putting meaning on Earth's gravitational pull,
Promise me, you'll feed your soul.

Promise me, you won't judge a woman who doesn't match your size,
But meet her with the community of womanhood in your eyes.

Promise me, you'll let your arms get a tan,
And you'll get your self-love from you- not another woman or man.

Promise me, when you get a compliment you allow yourself to grin and say, "Thank you!"
You don't have to have an excuse or try to skew their view. 

Promise me, you'll laugh loud with all your imperfections,
And take people for their whole-selves, not just their sections.

Promise me, you won't let your children hear you talk poorly about your body,
Let them see a strong human, not in a state of mirror-melancholy.

Promise me, you'll welcome yourself and others with a warm embrace,
And the body your soul resides in is more than just something you get up to face.

Treat yourself tenderly and kind,
Allow yourself and others to shine.

Our bodies are just our shells,
Nourish it and treat it well. 

Treat it well with kind words and loving hands,
Treat it well by visiting new, invigorating lands.

Treat it well by encouraging others,
Treat it well by not comparing- only you are your mother's. 

Treat yourself well and treat other's the same,
Hating our bodies is not our game.

Love yourself- every inch!
The space you take up here, should not make you flinch.

It should make you proud,
Proclaim your spot here, brave and loud!

Take your body back! And your peace of mind,
There are so many better things for us to focus our time. 

You are beautifully you,
And there's no cat-call, rude remark, or stale face that can ever undo,
All that is the beauty of you.

Quintessential Woman

Her skin is soft, her words strong

She has an undeniable essence that lives on


She moves people like the sea

A force so harshly powerful, yet serene


Her smile lit up this world

Causing people's evils and doubts to unfurl

They blew away in the wind

And people found their hope again


This, once caged bird, was a force to be reckoned with

Love and kindness, she made her life's pith

She turned her cage to gold

And it became priceless, nothing anyone could hold


Lessons she taught

Virtues she sought 


She was, but one woman

One woman, who stood in her conviction

Never too old or too wise to listen


One woman, who brought about change

Humanity and compassion were never estranged

One woman, who lived her life so elegantly

And saw herself in you and me


One, phenomenal woman, indeed

Our hungry hearts and souls, she helped feed


One phenomenal woman, was she.



If you find the fabric of me, lost and torn apart,
There are certain stitches I need to come back to life, with a full heart.

Use a thread of family, for without this I cannot exist,
Family is the air in my lungs and the deepest love I've ever known,
If you cannot use the thread of family- leave me here, I'd rather remain unsewn. 

I'd also like a colorful thread of friendship if you don't mind,
There's something to be said for finding the people of your kind,
Friendship gives my legs the encouragement to step,
How fearless I am with the push of friendship's breath.

If I could get the thickest thread of love, but don't knot the end,
I'll grab hold of it and weave it through the journey,
I promise I won't waste it
and make sure others know they're loved by me.

Please use a thread of music,
Intertwined with a song of gold,
For music makes my heart bounce
and reminds me of stories I've never told.

A thread of creativity would be deeply appreciated,
For isn't to create the reason we're all created?
Stitch together the creation of me
and I'll continue on the magic of creation by uniquely staying me. 

Last, but not least, please find as many threads of experience that you can,
I want to feel it all, once I'm sewn together and upright on this land.

Pack in the heartache, tears, and compassion,
Pack in the laughter, triumphs, and all the mis-happens. 
I want the fabrics of me to go on a beautiful adventure,
No stone unturned and love always the cure. 

And when my fabric starts to fade and my stitches unfold,
Wrap me around my children,
I'm forever theirs to hold. 

Confident Love

I've always walked with a pep in my step,
But you unlock my confidence- the inner secret I've always kept.

I wrap my body with my own loving eyes,
But with you, in crowded rooms, there's no competition, no compromise.

I've got your undivided attention, love, and adoration,
There's no room for worry, questions, or outside temptation.

There's not a woman in the world I could be made jealous of,
Because your eyes are on me being me,
no facade,
nothing to prove,
nothing to fight for,
just love. 

When my creative soul wanders and I need to break free,
You become the wind,
the push,
the open gate.

You lead me out the door with your eyes of blue,
And I feel so free, knowing I'll always make my return to you.

A strong woman is strong, this is true,
But a strong woman can be made stronger, by a man loving her in her truth. 



I feel my warm breath dew around my cheeks,
I hear the sound of nothing, as if the trees have a secret to keep.

The crunch of snow under my feet is an abrupt reminder of my solitude,
As I look up, it appears night and day are in a combustive feud,
Exploding with crimson and gold,
Only mountains have this beauty they hold.

Only the mountains bring the deep breath that touches your bones,
Only the mountains provide such simple, extraordinary tones.

The crisp freedom of the mountains wraps you up tight,
It's a challenge to tear yourself away from all of it's might.

The mountains are where you can lose and find yourself,
The mountains are where lies soulful wealth.

The mountains,
Ever present, ever calm,
Ever bold, ever strong.