to that little piece of skin.

dear little piece of skin,

i know why you are there and why you hang out.
literally hang out.

i try to love you and embrace you, but you are just so there.
all the friggin time.
and everyone tells me not to like you.
and to get rid of you.
you are weak in physical form,
but there is great strength from where you came from.

you are the aftermath of the greatest gift.
you are the constant reminder of the gift of motherhood
and the gift of imperfection that is myself.

some days you irritate me more than others.
most of them are the days i see post partum moms strutting their best,
oh so soon after birth.
it's when i compare i start to hate you.
and in turn, hate on me.

i hide you well
and i will likely continue to hide you.
i just want to keep hating you less and less
until one day i'll decide to just accept...

...and accept that the moms strutting their stuff probably are just hiding you too.

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