zaftig

i am as i am
soft and curved
but i spent my youth
in loathing absurd
pictures on paper
lied about beauty
lied about health
told me my duty
was to be perfect
was to thin
whatever the cost
for that's how you win
yet with age came wisdom
and self acceptance
now beauty is joy
and lacking all pretense
and someone whose arm
likes the swell of my hips
the light in my eyes
as he kisses my lips
i'm his zaftig Titian
i'm his curvy Red
beloved and smiling
and happily fed