Insecurity
Disrobing,
I stare at myself in the mirror
Wondering what you would see
if you were next to me,
Knowing I couldn't blame you
if you turned and walked away.
I see the sagging of age
Where the suppleness of youth once reined.
The wrinkles and uneven tone
of my once peaches and cream skin.
Remembering how softly toned my stomach was
now ravaged by time and motherhood.
Wishing you could have known me
when I had the beauty of smooth,
unmarked skin to offer you.
Knowing I can only remedy the damage
to a certain degree,
I grit my my teeth and wish for the best.
Hating that I can't help feeling this way.
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