I do not like to look at myself in the mirror, I hate what I see. But sometimes writing about the things we dislike the most about ourself can make us smile. I did not write this poem but it did make me smile….so wanted to share.
HOMAGE TO MY HIPS
These hips are big hips.
They need space to move around in.
They don’t fit into little pretty places.
These hips are free hips.
They don’t like to be held back.
These hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go.
They do what they want to do.
These hips are mighty hips.
These hips are magic hips.
I have known them to put a spell on a man
and spin him like a top!
by Lucille Clifton