I was at a store recently and did my shopping without anyone paying attention to me. I didn't at the time realize I no longer attract attention. Not until a young twentyish woman in a tight dress sashayed into the store. Around me, every male's eyes instantly riveted on her.
It reminded me of a time shortly after I gave birth to my first child. I breastfed, causing my body to quickly lose all its baby fat. I was in Las Vegas and put on a tight dress to stroll through a casino. As I was still breast-feeding, my boobs swelled. I must have looked like Dolly Parton. Every male's eyes instantly riveted on me.
I remember those days when I attracted attention. I don't envy the young women now who have that power. I even wrote a poem about it.
So what if I’m way over the hill?
And my body is considered past its prime
A woman’s form may lose its sweet allure
But feminine wiles get better with time.
So what if my curves are lumpy now?
And every hair on my head have turned grey
There’s no fountain of youth to stop the clock
We will all look like I do now someday.
So what if my face and my boobs sag?
Gravity will deform us all before long
What we can see ain’t all there is, my friends
Physical beauty never made me strong.
So what if my vagina ain’t tight?
And my labia lie a little too flat
There’s more to me than a hoochie coochie
I don’t want a man who cares about that.
So what if I don’t turn a man’s eye?
It’s his loss if he doesn’t like what he sees
Step in and you’ll find the shallow is deep
There’s a big forest around all those trees.
Looks are fleeting. What's left is a mind, feelings, experience, wisdom of age. A person. A unique being. Someone who might surprise and prove attractive in a very different way.
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