Nothing, everything

An evening shower often begins with a conversation between myself and my body I turn on my the music; a comforting melody that sets the tone for this dialogue. I caress my left arm with my right hand, "Why can't I be thinner/lighter?" My skin hears me and whispers, "Though I may not be thin, I am full. I hold the muscles that allows you to articulate and move. Though I may not be light, I am dark. Who told you that darkness was not as beautiful or as powerful as the light? I come from generations of spirits that fought for their darkness and fought for its freedom." I look at and begin to weep and a tear drop falls, rolling down the creases of fat on my tummy Wiping the tear I say, "Thank you for reminding me of my inherent beauty. I am sorry that I do not recognize how much you do for me. I am sorry for the verbal abuse that both I and the world have spewed at you I am sorry to not have been your protector but," I cradle m