Perfectly Imperfect

I see the pointing fingers,

I hear the whispered rumors,

I do care what people think,

but I need to be me.

I am not a super model,

I am not hungry,

for food,

for attention,

for love.

I am sated.

I don't need make up,

to hide the wrinkles,
or chemicals,

to hide the gray hairs,

I've worked a lifetime to earn.

I have scars,

from a life lived with mistakes,

and full of adventures.

I have stretch marks,

a mother's badge of honor,

worn with pride.

I am beautiful,

and sexy,

a voluptuous vixen,

a proud BBW.

I am not perfect,

I am perfectly imperfect.