"Shakespearian Sonnet: Amateur Chef Forsakes a Treadmill"
to run and run on a conveyor belt
and make of body a commodity
re make oneself into what mirror felt
re shape oneself out of an oddity
physique is best a suit that never suits
in retrospect, I thought I would impress
women, as one of many gym recruits
mind tricks the naked body to un-dress
(another masculinity turns ripe)
but, to women, I happily confess
I love food – food, I would have, through a pipe,
even! A woman I would love no less.
so tell me if love for food can be shared,
I want to impress you with meals prepared.
"I love my body. It's not perfect – far from it – but it's mine and it tells my story. From my hair, greying at the temples just like my... More...
As a 'big girl' I go through phases of questioning, worrying about, agonising over this state, and very long periods of not thinking about... More...
"Ode to Small Boobs"
While other bosoms rise like lusty seas,
This is me. This is my story. It isn’t perfect because, let’s face it, I’m not perfect- nobody is. But... More...