Not The Body Of A Teen

When I look in the mirror, what do I see?

Not the body of a twenty-one year old, nor one of thirty-three.

I see cellulite, bumps and bulges; all of these make me frown.

Gravity has taken everything and pulled it to the ground.

Babies and the stress of life have taken everything.

No amount of money or a knife can bring it back again!

Exercise and some jogging, I often walk about.

Ten minutes is far as it goes, and then I give out.

In my house are many things, I bought to lose weight.

Now there are things collecting dust, I look at them and berate!

I cannot help if my babies left my body black and blue.

I just know I am not alone; there are others like me too!

The body that I have I feel nothing for it but love.

The lotions and soaps that I use are nothing more than Dove.