She says her body is a story book,its the best novel she knows.
In the mirror she has seen each and every chapter,shining with all her battles,
The scarred knees,from her school days,
The stretch marks which slowly embraced her skin with age,and then pregnancy.
Her breasts changed with time.
The stitch marks from the c-section,which reminds her of her best creation.
Now she sees herself,
Only herself,loving and happy.
ornamented with Beautiful memories and mementos.
She sees and poses,cherishes her sexuality,
Feels special in the lingerie she bought,but never dared to wear.
She celebrates the woman she is.
She celebrates her unbound sexual desires.
She is something i would love to become when i grow.
Head held high,smart and flexible.
She is the diva i admire in my imagination.
Watercolour and ink on paper.