Dare I say that I love my belly…
“I love my Belly..”
Although, I haven’t had one in awhile. I do now…. though brief; primarily from a monthly bloat…. but a BELLY nonetheless.
A Belly
-of Fullness
-of comfort
-of laxness
A Belly reflective of too much wine and cake
A Belly of too much laughter and late night folly
A nice bulge of roundness and suppleness..looseness and slouch
A plucked freedom from strictness and conservativeness. Relieved of restraints and firmness.
No high planks or sit ups. Not tight or tucked. A belly, my belly.
Out of my box for a moment…
A defiant Belly that says..”I don’t care right NOW! I’m tired, I’ll care (maybe) tomorrow.
A Belly that waits for TV and would rather eat than starve.
Plump and full, content and resurrected..For now..
I’ll be back on my self-proclaimed, perfectly created, road of perdition tomorrow…
(Maybe)
MANTRA 