When you look at me,
I hope you see Me differently than I see myself.
When I look at this messy hair, pounding headache, no make up person
I hope you see the organizing, schedule making, taxi driver for the family.
When I look at these flabby arms with a mom wave,
I hope you see the arms our babies were placed into, the arms that lift you, that hold you tight, your forever cheerleader.
When I look at my saggy breasts,
I hope you see nutrients for our babies, skin to skin love, and up all nights.
When I look at my loose stomach,
I hope you see a home for our babies with scared evidence of every butterfly kick, hiccup, and flip I ever got to feel.
When I look at these growing thighs that touch a little more in the middle now,
I hope you see horseback rides and family tag down the hallway.
When I look at these exhausted, aching feet who wears flats with no nail polish,
I hope you see the toes that our babies inherited who don't need polish or pearls to be beautiful.
When I look at this body,
I hope you see ME differently than I see myself.