When I see me, I see
a resilient body that could and has and will
heal itself, stand back up, build muscle, curve in ways only a woman can
When I see me, I see
the large scale capacity of a mind
who delivers empathy, love, creativity
a mind who is a doer
When I see me, I can
sometimes forget and only see that rounded belly and back fat
so I’m writing this to remember, not to forget
When I see me, remember, don’t forget.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
Soft orange. Deep, silky flavors graze my tongue and fill it with sweet, roasted squash soup. Few soups have the depth of flavor. Few soups
Late into the night Early in the morning Noon when the sun is high high above my head I think about it! With soft tender
For a month you freed me of— but now I am the center of the whirlpool, the very current my mother warned me of as