Body is not an Instagram pose,
Body is breath, and believing. Body is feet on the ground to the forests, to the mountains, to the sea, and into the arms of beauty.
Body is not an Instagram pose,
Body is catching a falling apple, twisting a lemon of a tree. Body is sweet, round, cylindrical, oblong. Body is touch — strong, wild and free.
Body is not an Instagram pose,
Body is an ode to movement, to dance, to walk, to run, to climb, to play, to see beautiful flowers, and beautiful things like the lined and inked faces of the old.
Body is not an Instagram pose,
Body is a heart that feels, that beats, that shakes, that loves, that cries with grief and aliveness, that bellows with jubilation.
Body is sticky bones that decompose. Body is deliverance.
Body is soil and sorrow and song.
No, my body is not an Instagram pose.
My body is a miraculous beauty that creates, that connects, that nurtures life and destiny.
And no matter how much the world screams otherwise,
my body belongs to no one but me.
Gwen B
I am the sky - acrylic on canvas- Gwen B
