Body Beautiful Musings

As I finish report cards at midnight, I hear the gurgle of chocolate eggs lunging against my drooping belly; it is full of blackberry bubly and  bulges over striped pajama pants.  I have never pardoned it.  I only persecute it and pray for its diminishment.  Why can I grace it with gratitude in its gorgeousness and give over to it?  It has been good to me; grew great babes; grants grand hugs of cushion and comfort; pleased by appetites for pasta and poutine.  There is beauty here.   “Belly”.... Best