Literary Art by: Andreah Faye G. Lapinid
Her
By: Luna
As her eyes roam around the museum,
One particular painting catches her attention
She runs her hands up the canvas
With a portrait painted a year before.
As she stares at the art in front of her,
She notices a shade of brown over red
Painted over to conceal the lines
Much like her, it was once deceived
By the voices of society screaming it wasn’t beautiful.
Still she imagines, the canvas looked just as good
As it was with red.
As her eyes continue to study the art,
She notices the lumps rejected by society
And along them are the love handles sticking out.
Yet unlike the red ones, they weren’t hidden
As the artist finally realized they were just touches of beauty.
As memories wash over her,
She sighs with relief,
The girl in the painting was her life before.
But now she knows that the flaws were her wonders
That she learned to embrace.
Finally, her heart’s in the right place
Beaming with confidence,
She no longer craves an hour-glass figure
Nor the approval of men and society
As her beauty has always been woven in her soul.
Born a woman,
She has always been a work of art,
Her belly does not have to flatten
Nor does she have to cover up her marks.
Now a masterpiece,
She is filled with acceptance
Because above all else,
She finally loves herself the most.
Always, in all ways