My body isn’t me, but I do live here.
My body is beautiful; though she isn’t me, I know her.
She’s bountiful –
Full of curves and muscles and smiles;
Full of health and joy and vitality;
Flexible, strong, and alive.
Beauty spills out,
Pores through my pours,
Weeps through my skin,
Soaks my eyes, drenches my smile,
Sinks into my hair like perfume –
You’ve just got to see it –
Look –
Beautiful. Happy. Alive. In love. Joyful. Grateful. Woman. Girl. Person. Soul. Human. Body –
It’s not me, but I do live here –
Isn’t it beautiful?
Poetry by Rachel
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Photography by Addison
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Poetry by Rachel 