My mom used to say back in the day when she was younger. she was. " Every mans pet and every womans threat and don't you forget it"
I smile because I tended to have that attitude at one point myself in my life.
When I was thin I felt that I was beaultiful and no one could tell me anything. I would make fun of bigger women.
Then God in his infinate wisdom made me a bigger woman and it took me years to feel beautiful in this body.
Which I feel beautiful right now .
It took a wonderful friend who was an artist who told me that the body is a work of art no matter the size.
It took me dancing with a plus sized dance company and guys picking me up I would've never expected.
There was also many bumps in the road.
A time at a store where a then boyfriend informed me that my waist wasn't a 24 and me telling him the skirt I looked at was a size 24 to which his response was it must have taken the whole cow to make said leather skirt.
There was the time a girlfriend told me that I needed to realize that I was a fat girl and I couldn't run around my own house naked, even though though it was my house and I was very comfortable with my body.
Yes I am dedicate this poem to my mom. Who was beautiful inside and out. Not necessarily the way this poem describes because when I was born she already had a walk with God. He beautified her with salvation.
Recently I have had to take a deep breath and to quote many good Godly sisters who have been kind enough to hold me acccountable. Asked God to forgive me for several things. Know that I should never have to compromise my morals for a relationship. That even missing someone you love you don't replace them with sex and someone in your life who is emotionally unavailable and knows you are broken.
I am beautilful. In a Godly way. I still have the attitude of this poem in a sense however not naturally just feeeling confident.