I was happily married or so I thought. I went through the motions with this marriage the price I paid is beyond what words can tell. What made it more expensive is when he fell, or fell for her, I don’t know but this was my exit it is time to go.
She has a petite little figure, I was a mother of two. With plenty of evidence in my mid-section, I started to think, what did I do? I’m not the shape that I require. I wondered if that’s what made him lose desire. He can’t see me like this, I feel so ashamed I’m covering up.
It’s all me to blame. I need to leave, who will love me now. Who wants this body that is used and worn out? I left, many tears, a few years social media counselling and now I’m realizing, that I am worthy, strong, a warrior with inner and outer scars to show the battles that I’ve fought and conquered.
My tummy pouch to show my femininity, being a portal that brings forth humankind. I put myself back together and started moving and I’m loving the new me, Oh I’m so fine. Not the same as before with perfect flaws, I’m a beauty. I am no longer ashamed, but I was ashamed of my body.
Written by Keisha-Ann Watson
Barbados