Dieting

She counts her calories, Reminders that even her hips Can lie, as they lye quietly against His leg, hesitant to breathe, Soft as a kiss, yet longing to exhale, Winds of respite from the calories, Counted silently, amid Vegetables and fruits, some fiber Proteins in hues of solid colors, Like a gesture to be weighed After the sins of swallowing whole, Devouring meals of fats Who refuse the fast she lingers in, Close like the reflection that reveals to her, Stout limbs in silk wings, Denim, gasping and blowing, Reminding her of the reason beneath Those calories she counts, So heedless of the pounds she’s lost, Her bulk, reduced as she continues, Her journey through a diet that soothes, Like the rain, kinder than the flesh Who keeps her doubting herself. If the mind, more overweight than her limbs, Nagging at her, the culprit of misgivings, Binding her figure beneath layers of massive clothes Intended to hide her weight, and her shame, Humiliation of curves who tell her, The bulk of her life is counted in calories, Instead of the wisdom that reassures her, It is the love that holds her together, pushing, Away the monsters, the skeptics Who tell her it means more to be perfectly, Shaped than it does to be wholly embraced by a love… That lives inside, a love that all the calories, She might swallow, can’t possibly hide, Because her heart belongs to One who knows her As a child of the light who glows eternally, Throughout life, throughout time… despite the fears That can plague the mind and try to define… The person she is on the inside!