Today, I look at my body’s softness.
The way it rounds and curves and folds and bounces, sometimes ripples…
And I love it!
The protruding roundness rising out of my womb, which is my lower belly… leading up to the lump above my belly button, then separating up to my breasts.
The curve of my shoulders and fleshiness of my arms.
I feel my butt’s heaviness and jiggle as I walk, and instead of judging it, I take pleasure in it.
In how bountiful and juicy it makes me feel (on this particular day at least).
And as I notice these things in myself, I see them in the women around me.
Appreciating their softness and dangliness, and jiggliness… So yummy!
I don’t judge them. I see what men see, in the precious and delectable female form.
And it’s formidable.