I take off my jeans and get a look at my skin…

I kiss my shoulder blades, caress my thighs, and sink my nails into the flesh at my sides…

Beautiful handles, and marks that I call battle wounds

Vanity relinquished by my own flaws, because beauty is something greater that invites me…

Blemishes cover my body like water paints the earth

 I dive In and out of new shades from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head

 I am new and old all over…

On my left thigh, right under my hip, sits a tiny black mole, surrounded by other scars

But aren’t I still gorgeous?

Pretty almond shaped eyes, with dark circles underneath, without makeup I am exposed and free

And self worthy endless and effortlessly

I am ultimate…

My eyebrows make Mt. Everest tremble at my peak…

Size eight and ½ feet walking on imagined silk, all painted pretty in pink.

I reveal uneven teeth when I smile big and wide, and a gap in the middle

I laugh at what used to be abs and realize that late night pizza makes me expand a little..

I am still flawless

Every imperfection is uniquely my own and I would not have it any other way….

When I go home, I peel off my face...

One layer at a time

Take off hair that was never mine

Sign freedom papers to clothes that have enslaved me, unclasp my bra to give my girls liberty…

I am simply a woman…

Inside her flaws, and loving them all