I used to think the flatter you are the better you are.
At least that is what they all said that’s beauty that’s perfection.
But I no longer desire to be perfect I’m perfectly imperfect and that is just fine.
For you see I like my stretch marks as they show that I lived my life as I saw fit not as you see fit.
Yes, I have flaps, dents, and I jiggle I thought a body in motion is the most beautiful thing.
Yes, your flappy belly is beautiful.
Yes, your Tigger strips are exotic don’t let anyone tell you different.