This body of yours.

Here is a new a poem I have written for an upcoming gig. The gig is something I’m really excited about. It’s going to happen during the SPILL festival, being made possible by the fantastic Amy at GetOnTheSoapbox Events, have a little Facebook search for the event at: “GetOnTheSoapBox: Tell Me Again Why We Don’t Need Feminism”, if you want some further information.

So, in preparation for this upcoming event I’ve had to get my poetic juices flowing again and here’s one that I think is finished (or at least as finished as any of my poems end up being).

I’ve written it in response to the crisis of body image that many people, in all circumstances, can and often do face. I know I’ve had my fair share of issues on this subject, most notably the eating disorder I experienced during my late teens/early adolescence. Whilst I am now a physically-healthy weight, there are still negative thoughts that flicker across my mind – sometimes I listen, sometimes I do not. I’m not saying I am 100% happy with myself all the time, but I’m starting to give myself a bit more credit, and a bit more love.

You may hate your flabby arms, your skinny legs, your scars, your freckles, your disabilities, your eyes that don’t work, your organs that don’t work, the list is endless depending on who you are speaking to – this poem urges its readers to stop focusing on what you do not have and cannot do, but instead focus on what you are capable of, and what possibilities may be open to you.

Enjoy.

‘This body of yours’

This body of yours is beautiful.
This body of yours,
standing five foot four,
or maybe more,
that takes punch after punch as if it were nothing at all.
This body stands tall.
This body of yours is beautiful.

This body can create life through mingling with another
This body of yours becomes my lover.
Smother me,
with the pillow of your body.
This body is my bed and my mother and your widow.
This body of yours is beautiful.

This body of yours means chance.
This body speaks without words through the strength of its stance.
This body is circumstance. This body of yours is beautiful. This body will grow and shrink and make others think,
This body may be surprised by the amount that you drink,
but this body will forgive you.
This body of yours is beautiful.

This body will stretch and bend and can help you mend
by extending an arm to the body of your friends.
This body of yours is beautiful.

This body of yours is more than hair and skin and bones and nails,
and what this body entails,
cannot be measured by a number on a scale. This body of yours is beautiful.

This body of yours can knock on doors,
and if this body of yours falls on all fours,
then this body will come back fighting for more.
This body of yours is beautiful.

And although this body of yours may fade in time,
This body of yours is beautiful,
and so is this body of mine.

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