Today, I stood in front of my dressing mirror, naked. As usual.
I took time to admire me, with all sincerity I make bold to say that I am indeed a beauty to behold.
I starred at the hair on my finely shaped head, very full black and slightly tinted gold strands of dreadlocks. Unique and glorious.
Have you really seen my face? I mean without makeup. In the morning it looks like sunshine after a stormy night. My face radiates when I have just had a bath, like right now.
My eyes are perfectly fitted into their socket and so is every other part of my face, small nose, luscious lips, and attentive ears.
I noticed the pimples on my face though they don't make me feel less attractive in any way.
My neck is just perfect, strong to carry my head irrespective of the million and one thoughts that take place there.
As for my shoulders, I think I carry them well enough for someone who bears the kind of burden that I do.
Then I stared at my chest, my bosom and they remind me of motherhood. A journey I began almost 12 years ago, no, I don't regret it even if these breasts are not as firm as they used to be.
Their enlargement, especially the aureola and nipple is a reward. I like them most importantly because they still pleasure the one with who I exchanged marital vows.
"Your breasts are seductively beautiful!" He always says to me. "I wonder why you always have to cage them in a bra whenever you're going out of the house." His words are true.
My vision travels down to my stomach. Now, this part of my body actually makes me chuckle. I can't help it, they really do look funny. The flappy, blanket-like, loose piece of flesh. They've house 2 absolutely fantastic offsprings, and who knows, it may be home to another soonest. They can fold for all I care, I look amazing for a 2 Star General.
Still looking into the mirror, I take my eyes down, to the V-Shaped garden where several conferences, meetings, and deliberations have taken place. You don't wanna know what my thoughts are about that place but, if a full-fledged man with blood flowing through his veins is always wanting to go in there, you should know that it's full of Honey.
As for my legs, they're perfect. Not straight but full with slightly knocked knees. They tirelessly carry me about with ease, I love them. My feet are almost a replica of my hands when it comes to beauty. My fingernails and toenails are a perfect match. They don't even need artificial nails to make them stand out.
Let me summarize this by saying that, I do not in any way look like what I have been through in my almost 36 years of existence.
I look at me and the word that best resonates with how I feel is GORGEOUS, absolutely GORGEOUS.
No doubt, God did an outstanding job when creating me because I am a work of art!
Dedicated to every woman in the world. A gentle reminder that you possess so much power in you, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I have titled this post, Happy Intentional Women's Day because I want you to also remember who you are irrespective of what you have been through. Be Intentional about you and what makes you happy. And please never settle for less.
Dear Woman, adjust your crown and keep Queening!
You are FABULOUS, AWESOME, and UNIQUE!
The Tory Teller loves you and is rooting for you, today and always.
Happy Women's Day.
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