I'm not perfect she said

Unwilling to shed her layers

You need not be, I assured her

You are perfect in those imperfections

For which you feel inhibited 

The scar on your belly is a testimony of giving birth to life

The stretch marks on your breasts of feeding your essence 

The celluloid on your thighs of your travails 

The coarseness of your palms of your relentless efforts 

I love the way you are

Raw and real 

Everything about you is in tune with nature

That's how I made her mine. 

©LR