Figurative Writing: FEMININITY

Why is nudity so taboo?

The curves, the slants, the dips, the dimples.

Bare skin. Bare soul.

No shame.

There is so much beauty, so often hidden.

Hidden under layers,

under insecurities,

under society’s expectations.

I see nothing but what is natural.

I feel nothing but what is comfortable.

Bare feet. Bare ribs.

It’s really something beautiful.

———————

Namaste sister;

Your breasts hang low, your nipples large, your skin translucent, unblemished.

A mole on your stomach, freckling the line that separates your left from your right.

Your calves are thin, your stomach flat.

Your muscles dancing with each breath.

Sister, you’re beautiful.

Namaste sister;

Your breasts are full, your nipples so fair, bleeding into the rest of you.

Your stomach so smooth, painted by the shadows of your curves.

Your lines so stark, your angles so vivid.

Hairs under your arms – they compliment your femininity so perfectly.

Sister, you’re beautiful.

Namaste sister;

Your breasts are small, just like mine; the valley between, shallow, captivating.

Your posture – so poised.

The  waves of your hair so whimsical.

Sureness radiates from you; pure, genuine, self-love.

Sister, you’re beautiful.

———————

Physical Vulnerability.

Different poses on the heirarchy of exposure.

Boundaries to push past.

Yours? Mine? His?

———————

Why am I struggling to find words for the body that is so different than my own. Each bit of her I admire – but words are stopped by hesitance.

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