This is my body.
This is her at her heaviest weight ever.
And I look at this picture and I think
I want to bury my head in between those breasts and feel the love of that woman.
I want to grab onto those arms and feel the strength of a goddess who is brave enough to stand by you in the dark, scary parts of the forest and will you to keep going.
I want to touch the softness of her belly and feel her gentleness, her quiet fragility.
I want to kiss that face and feel the sweetness that erupts from those cheeks.
I want to dive into the liquid knowledge in those mysterious eyes.
I want to put my ear to her chest and know all of her secrets.
All the ways she has been loved, all the ways she has been hurt.
All the things she keeps hidden close to her ribcage.
All the things she has seen and felt that will go to the grave with her.
I want to excavate her, plunder her, explore her, love her tenderly, pamper her, hold her.
But I didn’t always feel this way. Read More