I know you've been told your body is a thing to be controlled
A thing to pluck, polish, push up and make perfect
You've done your best to count calories, contort yourself and stuff it all down
So that you, your emotions, your voice and your body
Are not too loud or too big
So that you can fit the ideal
Win approval from the critics
But as you've learned, its exhausting and never ending
And there's no love in it
It requires constant scrutiny, vigilance and calculations
Love is open, accepting, fluid and forgiving
Love meets you where you're at
With not requirements, no expectations
Just the joy and fulfillment of connection and intimacy
Gift your body the gift of love