What Curvy Women Want

It's August and this is the last month much of the North American continent will be wearing revealing fashions for comfort, but for a lot of us with body issues & complex histories with ourselves comfort is not so easy. I am dedicating the blogs this month to body image, & self love. This next poem is a deeply personal piece, it's full of snippets of my history. Writing it helps me process these feelings of sadness so I can get on with my life. I hope you'll stay and read it, leave me a comment if it resonates with you. Next week I'll hit you with a couple of music reviews and some curvy fashionistas. Thanks for visiting and even greater thanks for reading the poem in it's entirety. Much Gratitude to all my readers. A Letter to My Past & Present. I've been in a funk all day, you see it's been 18 years since I stood there and lied you thought they were tears of joy really it was all a ploy to keep me protected at night. Didn...

You, Eyes see you looking in the mirror go ahead and cry then wipe away your tears. It's time to recognize  those feelings are just fears Baby, those are more than laugh lines. There is more to your Lovely smile more to the wrinkles in time  Your love handles make me happy I hope you feel that way too for everything about you tells a story,  or more than a few.   More than words can share, or help to repair,  So every time you feel alone, just know Eyes, still see you.   Even if we've never met A cosmic, cellular alliance is what you get I love me, I love you, and I hope you love you too. I'm living in my skin  hoping to inspire love cause we all human beings Letting go of the pain that fills my brain when I allow judgements in Join me, lets live our lives We'll shed our societal skin & begin again. You are your own mirror & you are beautiful.  - The Pueblo Poetess I published the pics below in th...

She sighed into the phone "Simply to Exist" figuring that answer would be enough she was quite challenged when he asked her "What that Meant"? Immediately she wanted to respond in a way that would of been nothing but superficial explanations for fear of isolating her audience. What is a woman allowed to say she wants and what is a voluptuous woman allowed to take in a world that goes out of their way to make sure you feel uncomfortable for being bigger than a size 4 or 120lbs. The fear of how would he respond bounced around in her brain making her eyes feel like saucers heading straight to space. The person on the other end of the line was a black man she had assumed he would know what she meant when saying simply to exist, is that not what is being fought for by minorities all over? As soon as she thought these questions the rhetorical nature of such assumptions became clear and she knew existence was not enough they were fighting for equality. That was why ...