My new favorite poem for the week...reminding me my curves are goddess like and I do have someone that loves my curves! All is right with the world when your inner critic shuts up! : )
Luscious
I shake when I walk.
Big breasts. Wide hips.
Exaggerated curves.
An hour-and-a-half glass.
Goddess-figured,
but who worships my bounty?
My breasts hang.
Full. Lush.
All natural.
More than a handful,
obscene for their realness.
My ass rolls.
Round. Soft.
A cornucopia of flesh.
Filling my clothes,
demanding attention.
I am big-boned.
Full-figured. Plus-sized.
Fat.
Scorned by a world
that demands luscious attributes
on a stick-figure frame.
- Rosalyn Mack, 10/06/03
I found this poem here: http://colleen.typepad.com/girly/2004/11/curvy_and_delic.html#comments
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