There is nothing erotic about the elderberry fissures of stretch marks, or skin that proves itself like buttery, glutenous dough.
Oh – no?
There is no beauty in how my body shapes and folds itself to home my evolving, living essence, in bones that stretch and have cracked through time to frame a changing, infinite entity?
You are wrong.
I am sexy, I am strong, I am healthy: I am whole.