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.
All the “should haves” pile up: one on top of the other and blind my vision. I stare at the cards I’ve been dealt, my
“If you are in the green, that means you have more to give to this workout,” Jess said. I looked up at the giant screen.
The sharp scent of chlorine winds its way to my nostril. It’s not a gentle greeting, nothing here is. No. But, I know this choreography