I will shave my legs,
because I like rubbing them together,
like a cicada.
(Or is that grasshoppers?)
I won’t shave my feet,
even though they’re hairy,
because hobbits do it better
and that’s how we roll in the shire.
I will shave my vulva,
sometimes, because my boyfriend likes it.
And sometimes I won’t
because I like having decoration.
I won’t shave my armpits,
because sometimes when it’s windy,
I can feel the breeze
moving my armpit hair.
I will paint my nails with white-out.
Tomorrow it will be Sharpie,
then a rainbow of cheap nail polish,
because I like how messy it looks.
I won’t bathe every day,
partly because I like the smell of sweat
but mostly because I am lazy
and showering is hard.
I will have lips like red blood.
or wine, or sunsets, or roses,
or that wax they put on cheese.
But my lips will be more use than that.
I won’t waste time with makeup,
which looks so good on others,
but always ends up in my eyes.
I will learn to love the red spots on my skin.
I will make funny faces
out of the fat rolls on my stomach,
with a sharpie and a good imagination,
because nothing is sexier than laughing.
I won’t worry about my nose,
or my knees, or my ears, or my teeth.
Not because I think they are sexy as they are,
but because I don’t have that kind of time.
I will be beautiful in all that I am.
I will be beautiful because I want to be.
I will be beautiful because I say so and then
I will get on with being more important things.