because i love my body.
because i love my hips and
i love my ass and
i love my thighs and
i love the way my jeans hug every part of my body that they shouldn’t and
i love that i take up space, fill corners and seats with my own ambition and my own potential,
when i hug, when i love, when i embrace, when i fuck i fill pockets of love you have never had filled.
because i love my skin and
the space it covers,
the spaces in between curvy and chubby
the spaces it covers in between soft skin and stretch marks that show the places that my body could simply not contain the love that was pouring out of me.
my body is the living incarnation of the love i have to give and the love i have received.
my love pours out in every place i can’t-
no i won’t-
because i don’t have time to be reactive,
when i can be pro-active,
when i have so much to do.
because my body isn’t done telling stories of love given and received of revolutions waged and sustained, the lovers lost and gained, in the spaces that only my body can fill.
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