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 gawdy 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.
I saw Goddess there and as the tears fell
a new litany came forth 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 refain your own praises please sing
And know that you too are Divine