I See Me

of

lips.

Mascara?

No

thank

you.

Tweezers? Yes, please.
Eyebrows gettin’ crazy.
Lady-stash?

Pluck

off.

Crooked smile.
Baby teeth.
Triple D’s.
Holy hips.

Hour glass curves

softened

by

motherhood
Cellulite.
Muffin top.

Doesn’t matter

what

I

see.
What matters is
How she sees

I

see

me

Celebrate the kinky curls
The crooked smile
The lady-stash tweezers

Love the comfort

of

my

soft

curves
Make way for me (and my hips)
Doesn’t matter what I see.

What does is how she sees

I

see

me.
 

***

I wrote and published an earlier version of this poem on Aspiring Mama just around this time last year. I thought now was a good time to remind myself of what I saw then. That, and I totally failed on making Day 1 of participating in GBP contributor Elan “Schmutzie’ Morgan’s #365poems, " target="_blank"> which I highly recommend you check out. Editing an old one counts? And I’ll give tomorrow a chance to write itself into poetry.

I hope you are reminded of something beautiful when you glance at your own reflection. Our daughters are counting on it.

 

 

Pauline Campos contributes to Funny Not Slutty, Owning Pink, and 30 Second Mom. She blogs three times a week at Aspiring Mama (or when she remember to take her Adderall) and is the founder of Girl Body Pride.