It’s okay to eat that second scoop, that second slice, if it tastes nice? It’s okay to schlurp your tea, with added cream and just feel free. We put so much pressure on the body that we live in, thinking we should reflect the pages that we flick through, thinking we should embody the images we scroll through, live up to an unattainable image that we’re told to?
My body is soft. Since the Christmas lock-down all bets are off. I’m the one who ate her greens and pushed her limbs, walked for miles. That version of me has been gone for a while. Since Christmas lock-down all bets are gone. I’ve let go of my pride, as this madness rolls on. I’ll eat that bowl of grapes with my wine and my cheese. I’ll have a bar of hazelnut chocolate if I please. I’ll whip up a salad and finish with crisps and no longer fit into my pretty lace slips. But it’s okay for now, if my hips aren’t the same and my skin looks a bit looser, cause’ it’s protecting my frame. I glow and i’m changing, nurtured for all to see, my mind, soul and body, lovingly loving me. After months of stagnation my curves curved plump, My bras fit a bit tighter, caressing my lumps and my bumps, I’m embracing these changes, as I forgo a routine, Worrying less, enjoying this moment and just letting things be.
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