I was going to go into an explanation about my belly and my love-hate relationship with it. But, I have kids – so you probably can guess that part. And, I’m a woman who has lost (gained and re-lost weight) over the past 6 years, so I think you can fill in that part of it as well. You are smart readers. I will skip the essay – the essay I’m sure you have read before.
Even when I was contemplating it, I kept remembering a poem I read years ago. A poem that really articulates how I feel about it now and captured how my relationship with my belly is changing. How I see it as part of how I am – as how it makes me sexy versus a detractor or a flaw in my sex appeal. I had to dig through my 8 million books to find it, but find it I did.
Katharyn Howd Machan
This is the dance I dance for you:
red silk, gold coins, brass bells
making music through electric air
as you watch each step, each turn
of hand, ripple of hip and chest.
Though my dark-rimmed eyes never
look to yours, I move for you
as oud invites and drumbeat calls,
take your gaze deep into my blood
and find a wilder rhythm there
then any summoned alone. You say
let me be your skin and so I give
curve of all my nights, hot stars,
dawn silvering a thousand lakes;
I dance this dance of body’s pledge
stronger than any spoken word.