Art in a Bathtub

My thighs take up most of this tub

Built for humans but straining against their thickness.

The water level rises as my legs extend.

Knees to chest 

water level falls.

My thick arms squish against my chest trying to find their own room.

Why do I do this to myself.

Because the warm water swallows my legs and a hot bath makes

Any girl feel sexy.

Maybe just me.

My tummy rolls droop and take over whatever space they want.

I used to feel sad about it.

I used to suck them in and push parts of my body around to resemble something it would never be.

Now here I sit, warm, relaxed

Fat everywhere.

I will never be able to take a bath with my boyfriend.

There will be no pretty woman bathtub scene in my life and I will most likely forever be able to bathe in little water.

But I don't care.

My thighs jiggle

My tummy has stretch marks and folds

My arms look like upside down bowling pins 

But I'm alive,

I'm in a bath tub of clean water.

My shaved legs feel smooth and sexy against one another

Fat or no fat I am a woman and I am amazing.

Curvy like a winding road on a great adventure.

Comforting like pillows and shaped like I was painted with a soft, full brush.

I am art in a bath tub.