A poem by Hollie Holden has caught my attention:
Today I asked my body what she needed,
Which is a big deal.
Considering my journey of
Not Really Asking That Much.
I thought she might need water
But as I stood in the shower
Reflecting on her stretch marks,
Her roundness where I would like flatness,
Her softness where I would like firmness,
All those conditioned wishes
That form a bundle of
She whispered very gently:
Could you just love me like this?
– Hollie Holden
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