I’ll never be a supermodel
Tall and long of limb
Strutting down a catwalk
With waist and hips so slim
I’ll never be a ballerina
With limbs that leap and bend
With feet that balance on their points
And gracefulness without end
I’ll never be a hoop star
Powerful and tall
Shutting down the other side
Every time I have the ball
For I was born to be petite
Toned and strong and curvy
And as I learn to love myself
That’s everything I want to be
Just a little poem I created in my head this morning and had to write down. ; )
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