Why I love… you.

The power of fearlessness when standing nude before you.

Without the worry of being seen, as ugly even as ample folds of unattractive, corpulent flesh spilled over the torso. Even as breasts hung, embarrassed by gravity, and thick thighs clung shamefully, awkwardly side by side. It would be foolish and very nearly dishonest to say one found beauty in this.

My body. Vehicle of my accumulated years of anger, pain and rejection. Disgust and self-hate in skin. Emotional baggage worn as a figure, sadly shapeless.

You see nothing of this, remarking with concern instead; ‘with that bad cold, you’d better put some clothes on quickly, baby.’

This, is love.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s