I love my belly. Not only because it's cute and looks really sexy on me. Not only because I enjoy how soft it feels when I cup it or play with it as if it were clay. Not only because my love can use it as a pillow and fall asleep in my arms.
I love it because it's a symbol of joy and love for myself. I have a belly because I eat, because I fill it with delicious things that make me happy. Because I allow myself drinks and sweet treats to my heart's content. Because I don't waste time counting calories.
Also, I love my belly because I created it myself. I had no say in the color of my eyes, the shape of my nose or my height, but I did choose my belly. I grew it with passion, by treating myself to my favorite foods and drinks. By spending time on hobbies I actually enjoy instead of forcing myself to work out just to fit the mould. By resting, by having lazy mornings and taking things easy. It's the one part of me I've shaped myself.
And what a nice round shape it is! My little bump of happiness.
