I’ve so often wondered,
How should beauty
really be defined?
What is “beautiful”?
Is it something simple,
or attuned to body,
spirit or mind?
When I met my very own
wonderful one, My Paul,
I didn’t fully comprehend
that he would redefine
all my preconceived ideas
of adoration and self-esteem,
also eliminating so many of the
negative associations I had of men.
For although I am a confident
outgoing woman, with strength
in my smile and stride, for years
I had relied on career success
and familial love to feel worthwhile.
It did not matter what anyone said,
for some reason there was always
a little annoying voice in my head.
“You’re a fatty boom-bah!
just one of the many criticisms heard,
that initially I could barely believe
in our true love, desire, or how genuinely
he could profess such gorgeous words.
In my heart, there was an ache, denial
for any compliments, even his smile
entirely guileless did not suffice.
But with time on our side, this story
began its inexorable shift.
As our hands entwine,
my spirit does indeed lift.
Finally, I can hear his compliments,
knowing that everything we do,
even public displays of affection,
need not be regarded as an affliction.
Together, we feel beautiful, and
redefining beauty from superficiality
is a privilege we embrace, as easily
as I lay my head on his chest,
or connect our fingers while we rest.
Beauty means more than DNA,
which is how I now comfortably say
I have a beautiful body.
And his love reminds me of this fact