Me

I’ve got a butt that’s kind of wide,

And saggy skin I cannot hide.

My arms and thighs have lost their tone,

My tummy’s soft—not carved in stone.

There’s wrinkles dancing on my face,

Time has etched them into place.

I’m not young or runway-bound,

But joy in me is what I’ve found.

My body walks me straight and talk,

It hugs my friends with love for all.

It lifts, it laughs, it sometimes aches,

but shines with beauty that time can’t erase.