Homage to My Hips

Ok, so I'm having a fat day today. And I know you know what I'm talking about. Some I'm driving home from taking Connor to lacrosse practice, feeling the tops of my jeans cut into my muffin top, when I hear this great poem by Lucille Clifton on the Callie Crossley show on WBUR 89.7 FM. It was so good that when I get home, I bee-line it to my Mac to check out more of her work when I stumbled onto this little jewel:

Homage to My Hips


these hips are big hips.
they need space to
move around in.
they don't fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don't like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top


Amazing, right??!!! Once again, an affirmation from the universe that

1. Poetry does not have to impossible to understand in order to good
2. I'm not the only woman who's spent time thinking about her body

What I love it that this particular woman had a creative outlet to take what is held up as a negative, and make it into something so awesome. Makes me smile inside every time I read it; knowing I've got a little bit of that magic in me. How about you?