Am I really the shadow of the woman I used to be?
Am I so loathsome in sight that you can barely look at me?
Has my new self threatened our once undying love for each other?
Look, please. Look at the love of your life
Yes it’s true I’m not the flat bellied, round breasted twenty something year old I was.
But you did say you fell in love with my smile and laugh,
Can these not redeem me now
Can they not redeem and refurbish your love for me?
Was it not our plan to create life together
Is it not by nature that such life lives in a woman
And like any battle, can this new me not be my battle scars?
How dare you look at me with disgust
And yet melt at the fruit of my belly
How dare you downplay my worth
And still expect my self esteem to be on point
How dare you shy away from my affection
And yet want the blushes of another
Do you not know that from these hips a nation is born
From these breast a nation is fed
From this tummy kings, queens, leaders lay
And from within it life was borne
Lift your head up mom, you are a miracle
Face the sun, without your temple none would come forth
Stand up, for your worth precedes his comprehension
Walk tall for your fruit adore you
A tribute to women whose bodies have taken on a new shape from childbirth. You are Momma 💞💞
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