Flesh and bones, cells and sinew:
Bits and pieces that make up you.
Turn off the TV; toss the magazine.
Look in the mirror: you’re a stunning queen.
Wild hair that frames an earnest face--
When wind catches it, it dances with grace.
Untamable, like the spirit inside--
Don’t pull it back; let it free with pride.
Breasts and vulva for bringing new life;
Intellect and esprit that can cut like a knife.
Cage the fear and put it on the shelf.
You are beautiful, she said to herself.