You have SUCH a pretty face, you say; your eyes locked above my shoulders, afraid that if you stare at my body I might be offended. Your eyes look pleadingly into mine, begging me to believe you, begging me to count my blessings, begging me to discard the rest of me because all that really counts is my
You have SUCH a pretty face, he says, as he raises your chin and kisses your lips. Forgiving you for having such wide hips. Forgiving you for having small breasts. He loves you, but not enough to kiss anything but your
If I were just another face would you notice that my arms swing when I walk. My hips sway and my thighs shake, my limbs strong from years of carrying around this weight
do you notice the rest of me? Did you notice the scar on my foot from last summer, did you notice the freckles on my shoulders, or the way my back rolls like the hills in the sound of music
my body is a song, do you hear it?
My body is strong, do you fear it?
I have heard women say 'I'm more than just a pretty face,'
but I am more than just a pretty face
I am strong in the face of those who disgrace me
Stand tall in the presence of those who erase me
I am more than just a pretty face.
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