My body's Mother Nature

My thighs expand the length of continents But the breasts I was given cannot be confused with mountains My hazel eyes ooze the color of a muddy emerald sea But the pores on my face are often compared to broad craters My lips are associated with the tint of peaches But the folds of my stomach are described as oozing lava My hair strands extend to cover the distance of Caribbean islands But the enormous feet I was born with are the cause of tsunamis My nails are as unbreakable as the bones of the dinosaurs found in the ground But the elbows that bend my arms are as dry as the Sahara My calves stretch to trek the expanses of forests But the gaunt ankles on me are as frail as the land that breaks off in mudslides My belly ring accentuates my body the way clear oceanic waters attract attention for marine life But the nimble fingers on my hand take on the coolness of the tundra My miniscule nose is skilled enough to smell the vegetation on plateaus But the ears provided for me are so gargantuan that they are capable of forming tornadoes My eyebrows are as pale as the New England snow But the forehead that is overflowing with acne scars is ceaseless like the water rushing from a waterfall My mind is the Great Barrier Reef, always absorbing and filtering But the butt cheeks on my body are representative of glaciers that dwindle in size However, my body is what I want it to be. I am it’s Mother Nature. If I want it to appear fit and toned enough to make men sweat and reminisce about the heat of Miami, then I shall. If I want it to be seen in a bikini and make women cry with envy and create new rivers, then I shall. If I want to cover it with layers of clothing and make the elderly produce new canyons with their worry, then I shall. Gender, sex, age, ethnicity and/or race do not dictate my decisions. I am flawless because I am what I want to be.