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...

To be seen is an extraordinary thing, to be seen by a Poet is to be everlasting. - The Pueblo Poetess “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.” ― Mik Everett Scars of Men She looks in the mirror and sees her scars. A distortion of her former self. Each scar representing a tortured memory, a painful existence, a reality she fights daily to accept. She died years ago and never awoke from her slumber. She sleepwalks through life, each day her heart benumbed to new possibilities. The baggage she carries overrides her stride, and weakens her like precious cargo. She struggles to survive secretly knowing every breath may be her last. She’s afraid to be touched because it reminds of her a distance memory that comes and goes. She’s like broken glass unable to be put together or picked up mentally. In each relationship she loses more of herself. She wears a lavish facade to conceal her pain. And hide behind a wall of insecurity, yet the scars remai...