I had a moment of being overly self conscious and while I sent this picture in an email to family & some friends, I didn't post it here.
Learning to get naked always. Not just stripping down, but getting the the heart of things for real. Getting down with it and boogying the Getting Nekkid With Myself dance.
Silly Ms. Booty. Still learning to love the body in all its happy sad beautiful human-ness after all this long time of keeping on keeping on keeping on....
Oh, this here is a woman. She has stories. Those stretch marks tell only part of the tale.
Truth is, I'm proud of them. Both the imperfections and the stories that I'm living.
Not because they make me special, or tragically unique; conversely, because they weave me part of the whole crazy quilt.
Love to bellies everywhere: round, flat, saggy, baggy, firm, taut, six packed and whacked.
Rub your beloved's belly. Make a wish.
Open your eyes. There you are.
Note: lovely soundtrack for this week-- The Flaming Lips, The Soft Bulletin.