Who was that woman? I thought
A lump grew in my throat tears back I did choke as I heard an old litany taunt:
Her toes are gaudy with sequin shoes on each jewel is so tarnished and faded
Her hips are too wide and so are her thighs no doubt from each cookie jar raided
Her tummy sticks out and there is no doubt there's never been a meal missed.
Her breasts are too large, her shoulders too broad and her flaws? Please don't get me started
But then I looked in to my eyes, dear friends.
I looked deeply into my own eyes.
A lump grew in my throat, tears fell as I spoke a new litany for me to flaunt:
Your toes are sparkly with sequin shoes on, each jewel represents a road traveled.
Your hips are wide yes and so are your thighs the secrets of birth they've unraveled.
Your tummy stands out and there is no doubt you've enjoyed all of my Earthly gifts.
Your breasts nursed your babes, your shoulders relief gave and those so called flaws make you bighearted
You are a reflection of me dear one
A direct incarnation of me
Wipe those tears from your eyes
And let your heart rise
Shine your light for all to see.
So if you catch a glimpse of yourself in a mirror and ask who that woman is Pick up my refrain your own praises please sing
And know that you too are Divine