Desiring Me

I lay on my stomach.

In the mirror, I can see the rolls and the curves and the bounty of goodness that is my flesh. 

And it is good. 

I realise, for the first time in my life, that despite my mounds of non-taut skin,

I am desirable.

So much so that I desire myself.

 In that moment I transform from the object of critique

To the admirer

The desirer

Seeking to please 

Me

And my body

My large, round, full and sexy, body

I become wet

Soaking wet

 So wet that I wondered if I have wet myself. 

I have. 

And it feels good.

Artist: David Akinola