Smile, let your hair down.
Strip off the bark of patriarchy that cinches in your waist and puffs up your breasts. Let loose the childbearing belly that produces souls.
Mother Earth has all sorts of bumps and scratches and crevices and she grows green and lush. She is power and her waters run deep. She bears the scars we gave her with grace…
just as life gave you some of your own. Rejoice in them with grace. Love thyself, not thy image and you shall be more beautiful than any soul-wearing creature could perceive.
You are wonder.