Slender. Curvy. Athletic. Plump.
Boyish. Round. Lean. Skinny.
Why must my body fit into one of these categories?
Who decided how ‘athletic’ looks; how ‘plump’ looks?
And why does it matter?
I am not my body shape, I am more…
More than the lumps and bumps, and the scars on my arms.
I am a being with a soul,
I am a lady, I am whole.
So open your eyes and look beyond the outside.
And I say this without any pride:
I am beautiful.
A masterpiece, carved by God’s own hand.
Unique, funny, creative and intelligent.
I am all of these and more.
Perhaps you would see if you took your shades off.
I am not my body shape. I am more.