You’ve never been beautiful
by traditional standards
In high school the boys called out
Sneering against dented beige lockers
All pubescent acne
and patchy mustaches
Here comes Thunder Thighs
Boom
Boom
Boom
In corduroy pants you can hear her a mile off
Careful girl you’re gonna rub a hole in those acidwashed jeans
Suffice it to say
You are underappreciated:
The highest crime in the tabloids
Bumps and lumps and jiggly bits
Grotesque markers of
Personal neglect, perhaps
A depraved weakness for bread
But I love you, in spite of this
And maybe a little because of it
Let’s be honest we’ve always been a bit contrary
You have carried me up mountains
In twenty-odd countries and closer to home
Carried the weight of my sorrows, ambitions, thirst for life
Plus fifty pounds of backpack
grimy from the train
You’ve taken the stairs two at a time
Rounded the bases in the beer leagues
Lifted the boxes of 17 moves
Supported me through heartbreaks
And that stepaerobics phase we don’t talk about
Danced all night and then some
Squatted down for Big Conversations
with Little People
You’ve stood resolute in long lines
Held yoga poses
Opened soft
Welcoming lovers
And children
So, let the toes keep their pedicures
And peekaboo shoes
The sexy silhouette of a calf
Embody feminine grace
Let hips flow with the music
A round, seductive swivel
And shoulders claim
The weight of the world
You may not crave the sunny exposure
Of swimsuits and glaring beaches
Or glory in short skirts
But you do not tremble
In the face of oppression
(Though perhaps occasionally
in the face of lunges
or levitating over gas station toilets)
Like me,
You do your best work when tested
Pushed against
Folded over
Coiled like a spring
A foundation of hidden strength
You move, the heart wakes
And I can conquer
You brace, strong and solid,
And I can endure
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