Abigail Mandlin
I want a body well loved:
With bruises and scrapes, from high-flying adventures;
with stretch marks and scars, from loving too much too fast;
with belly rolls and pockmarks, from growing into my skin with the years;
with gray hairs and eye bags, from loving other people well into the night;
with stained teeth and freckles, from not denying myself a treat;
with wrinkles and chapped lips, from bracing my wizened smile against the wind;
with gouges and incisions and red marks and age spots,
from all the times I should’ve died
but didn’t.