An Ode to My Cellulite

Oh, how I hate my cellulite, let me count the ways.

It is bumpy and misshapen and makes me hide my legs.

How I questions the foods I ate, like that bag of Lays. 

Cellulite even appear when I’ve eaten nothing but salad for days.

They say it can be caused by hormones, diet, and perhaps stress.

But on my most confident days it makes me feel like a mess. 

There are many evasive treatments that have uncertain success.

Laser, cream, and Lipo are a few of them, I guess.

I have to ask myself why these bumps bring me so much pain.

They are part of my beautiful body, and my life they do not reign.

What if instead of hating my cellulite, a friendship we did attain.

For in my heart I know, happiness does not lie in being vain. 

Today I vow to stop the crazy and celebrate love instead of hate.

When I’m triggered to scold my body, I promise to not take the bait.

Only in attempt to nourish my soul will I be mindful of what’s on my plate.

I wish for you to do the same if with my story you can relate.

In love and health,

Meghan

PS: I am for sure not a poet, but occasionally these very amateur poems pop in my head when I feel I have an important message to share.  If you believe this silliness could inspire another to show themselves a bit more love and a little less criticism, please share.