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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