Even with the best teacher
I took decades to unlearn
How not to love myself.

Now, with this fat belly
This grey hair
These weak hands
Joints quivering at the mere thought
Of descending morning stairs…

Now my beauty flares out
Like the power of a setting sun
And at least as glorious.

About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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