Written by Wolverine
Tired of feeling ashamed,
Tired of letting words slice me like a blade,
Tired of seeing looks that make me want to be invisible,
I close my door, look at myself in the mirror,
Start to strip my clothes.
With each layer, I felt lighter
With each piece of clothing falling off,
My skin feels a chill…
Not of cold, but pure excitement.
Never done this before,
Bathing doesn’t count.
Naked, nude,
I stare at the mirror.
My breasts are still well rounded, not as pert but definitely full.
My stomach isn’t a flat plain anymore &
Neither is my waist small.
Further down my hips flare,
Curving into my thick thighs.
The triangle of my vagina rests in between my thighs,
A darker shade of brown.
Small lips protrude from the nestling in my thighs.
Turning slightly to my side,
My buttocks are round and firm,
There’s an intricate design of stretch marks,
Forming from back, hips, butt & thighs…
My calves are not as firm but shapely still.
My feet, small
I look at the mirror a minute longer,
I look into my own eyes.
I see affirmation.
I see acceptance.
I see confidence.
This is All of Me.
