Robyn Hood
by Kate Baer
Imagine if we took back our diets,
our grand delusions, the time spent
thinking about the curve of our form.
Imagine if we took back every time we
called attention to one or the other: her
body, our body, the bad shape of things.
Imagine the minutes that would stretch
into hours. Day after day stolen back like
a thief.
Imagine the power of loose arms and
assurance. The years welcomed home in a
soft, cotton dress.
5 comments:
Oh, just imagine! What a wistful, yet gently powerful poem.
love this.....and so true!!! Although at my age, I must admit, I've stolen back quite a few of those hours because I've finally become comfortable in my own skin!
As beautiful as the whole poem is, the "soft, cotton dress" is breathtaking.
Oh that is powerful and Poignant. Eating counting points , is a way of life for me now. But it is a health issue. My mother was very into us staying thin. She was the first to say "oh those arms" and then offer us cookies.
She put us on Dextrim in our teens to keep our hunger managed. MOM!!!! I cannot blame her for anything. She was a saint.
Words to take to heart. I don't worry about how I look anymore. No one is looking so I can be happy with myself.
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