I take my beauty very seriously--
Cos the construction of the female form
must have been a cautious craft!
The she-temple is comprised of many parts:
shapely hips for clothes to stretch
right fit bras for support and defence
moisturised and fragrant hands
silk hair to braid in complex plaits.
Cheekbone highlights from red rouge
shiny nails from manicures
permission to shed unwanted hair from arms, legs
from... well just about everywhere.
And while the ladies get pampered
the men wait outside,
frustrated that we take so long to hide
blemishes, creases, folds in our skin,
we come out and finish and then it hits home to them,
the blessed predicament that they are in!
"Baby, you're stunning"
he'll smell our hair
and inhale the scent of our perfumed air,
as the stride of our step
imprints the hearth
with the beauty of femininity walking the earth
greys, blacks, and boring blues
our men in suits are subject to.
You know Socrates once said
that it be a shame for a woman to grow old
without ever seeing the strength and beauty of which her body is capable...
And I couldn't agree more,
and yeah, I know that he was a dude...
not condoning the distortions of our supermodel sisters
in fashion magazines,
(nor am I going to make you listen another hater poem on the make up industry).
But I am demanding a rethinking of the way we look at our bodies and our health
and what we eat
and how we move
because my Mother at only 59 had quintuple bypass surgery
from a lifetime of emotional eating decisions
feeling completely helpless to control her moods
and would console herself historically
through frequent consumption of comfort foods.
I am demanding a rewrite of the beauty mandate
personalised by our own bodies and faces
our own revelations
on how, in an
all encompassing way,
We can truly be the best we can be:
emotionally, wholly, physically.
Lets increase our capabilities
and leave a gorgeous legacy for our daughters, ladies!
And in the words of Marcus Mumford -
"In these bodies we will live
in these bodies we will die
where you invest your love
you invest your life.”
And so I hope we stretch our time.
And I hope my baby girl inherits a hunger and thirst for life
Like her Mama - the aspiring carrot,
who writes poetry a little too prolifically
but takes her unique,