A body with character.

A wise woman would say.

 

OUR NAKED TRUTHS.

 

Hips to thighs,

stretch marks to wrinkled eyes.

 

Hide.

We say we don’t, but we do.

Hide.

I won't.

 

MY NAKED TRUTH.

 

I have grown.

You see, the thing I’d never known,

before this time,

is that I’m fine in this body that’s mine.

 

We will judge ourselves far more than others.

We end up hiding in darkness, under covers.

I accept my scars now, mostly.

Says she, precociously.

 

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

I will open my eyes to myself as I get older.