I may not have the prettiest face
And the curves to go with it.
I may not be a size zero
Nor have the pear shape
No tiny waist and wide hips
The ones we see on the covers of magazines
Still even with my wobbly bits
I am happy. I have learnt my dress size
Does not translate into joy.
Maybe for a moment I’d be glad to drop dress sizes
The world is truly an interesting place
Where body conversations are had daily.
She’s beautiful, she’s hot she’s sexy.
When has a particular size defined these things?
Why has having breasts become so important and a measure of beauty?
The creator made us different.
We all don’t have to be a particular size to be beautiful.
And quite frankly some people couldn’t be bothered about being sexy.
I am content with my wobbly bits……..