Loving My Body Is Loving You Within Me Poem by Doris Cornago

Oh the fancy things
They make you see
In glossy magazines
Waistlines measuring
A little past twenty five
Breast a little over twice
Almost equal to the hips

And the face is quite
An illusion, drawn to
Satisfaction like stone
Or ceramic without pores
Glossy and sleek like mirrors
Upturned lips in crimson
Make the nose tilt up, too!

Safe in my bathroom
Such a dread filled me
To see myself not nearly
As Grecian, more like
Taciturn, shaped like
Some ancient big urn
Or a jolly vase with feet!

You said let's be honest
Love yourself as you are
And yet, faraway on a
Distant star, lies a dream
You and me seamless
Morphing into shapes
Our minds have imagined!