I love those tiger stripes,
And like my jiggly thighs.
I prefer the scars of mine,
And the curves that fill the waistline.

They only make me more human,
Why as a woman I have to forge ,
Myself as a figure of perfection?
Those scars are the sign of my evolution.

I am proud to be soft,
And sometimes rough and wild.
Happy to break apart,
And rise again with grace.

Calling myself a woman,
Is enough to complete me.
I no more need to follow the set standards,
Because I am born to be me.

Arun Dahiya