someday,
if not sooner,
i'll be like this old woman.
i'll wear a big hat
and a small bathing suit
as i walk along the beach
carrying a tall stick.
i'll wave a flag
and admit defeat
in the hopeless battle
against cellulite.
and i won't give a damn
who notices.
i'll stop deleting photos
i look fat in,
let my hair shine
strands of silver,
and ignore anybody
who thinks
i should be anyone
other than
the someone i am.
someday,
if not sooner,
i'll be the me
who's more accepting
of my flaws.
the me
who no longer
wrinkles up her nose
when examining her body
in front of the mirror.
the me who
shakes her head
in wonder, not bewilderment,
at the way time
has magnified, morphed
and autographed my body...
someday,
if not sooner,
i will be a more appreciative
and less judgemental
of these legs
that carry me on daily walks
and grateful for the lines
that are slowly
but surely
telling the story
of how many smiles
and what deep joy
i have known.
someday,
if not sooner,
i will love myself
for who i am,
as i am,
so much so
that i am proud
to march down the beach
in a bathing suit,
carrying a stick...
the gorgeous grand marshall
of the most amazing
and fabulous parade
that is my life.
what would you attempt to do
if i knew i could not fail?
i would love my body
unconditionally...
much, much sooner
than someday.
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