A bonus post today! I’m linking up with SheLoves Magazine today to participate in the last day of the “Love Letter to my Body” synchroblog. Synchroblog. Synchroblog. So awkward to type and fun to say (try it–out loud–fast!) but it just means everyone posts *now* on the same topic and gets all linky.
I’m going all poetic on you. Because it’s my body, and it deserves it.
Love letter to my body
A teenage ballerina, I used to
in banal ways–
bounce into splits, stretch to tearing.
You were compliant.
I loved how dance
training splayed my hips, unstrung muscles,
flattened my spine like a butterfly pressed
I considered, briefly, Gelsey Kirkland’s
rack, fashioned to turn screws on bones and sinews
molding her body into Mr B’s
Thirty years later you protest
the training; only now do you remind me of the tender
cradle of hips, the archways of ligaments
Sometimes you moan in the night.
I’d mind except—
I hear you, finally
speaking the truth,
longing to be
cared for. Willing to
to wake me up.