Discovering you, discovering me

“Eve was framed” photo by Lori Vrba

Observing you, perception defines

I see my essence in your divine

I see my reason in your purpose

I see my ego on your surface

I see my flaws in your perfection

I see my deficient in your rejection

I see my sympathy in your exposure

I see my anxiety in your composure

I see my eccentric in your audacity

I see my coyness in your vivacity

I see my colors in your expression

I see my rigor in your digression

I see my love in your lust

I see my cynicism in your trust

In pieces of you, pieces of me are set free

Discovering you, I am discovering me.

Mirror, Mirror

Salvdor Dali's Cranach Metamorphosis
Salvador Dali’s                     Cranach Metamorphosis

Mirror, mirror on the wall
There you go, point to my flaws
Here I am, sit and stare
At this body, naked and bare

Mirror, mirror on the wall
To your deceptive ways I fall
Blinded by your strong reflection
Prey to your cruel rejection

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Towering over, I feel so small
Worthless to your expectations
A child of God? Not this creation.

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Closing my eyes so I may call
On the light that lives within
To shine its wisdom on my skin

Mirror, mirror on the wall
I accept you and your flaws
Embrace this body and how it’s made
Love myself, the light and shade.

Boobs you can buy, Brains you cannot

“Boobs you can buy, brains you cannot.” – my mom.
I am ok with the stretch marks that mark my tush, because they are a sign I went from stick thin girl to womanly curves.
I am ok with the weight of 145lbs at 5’7, because that is where my body has decided to plateau 14 months after my second child (pre-pregnancy weight was 130lbs).
I am ok with the scar on my knee, the one above my eye and another two on each foot because those are signs that I have healed and am well.
I am ok with the lack of make up I wear, because to me, a mask is just that. Covers the not so flattering until one day it’s exposed. I don’t like masks. This is me for all to see. 
I am ok with some cellulite on my legs. I am real. I am a woman. I am untouched by any needles, lasers or whatever else is out there to get rid of them. I workout. That’s it.
I am ok with my friend, the double chin, that shows up in pictures. It’s there, saying “hey girl hey”. 
I am ok with my pooch belly. My kangaroo sack which held two beautiful, healthy boys and brought them into this world. 
I am ok with the little stubborn spider veins. Reminds me to keep moving, walking, getting my blood flowing. 
I am ok with my not so symmetrical facial features. One eye bigger than the other, one brow thicker than the other, one nostril wider that the other…no two are the same. 
I’m ok with the wrinkles that are beginning to show around my eyes. Those are because I smile more than I cry.
This is my shell. My soul lives inside. If you can’t see past the shell, then you are undeserving of the treasure you may find.