It Is a Bit of a Stretch

Loving oneself unconditionally

They creep slowly
Up her side
Like the lazy caress of a lover
Moving ever closer
Towards her ample breast
Striped and rippling
Marks of a zebra
Blooming into red
Criss-crossing webs
Dip in her hip
Bringing shame in the past
But now.....
She sees the beauty
Of stretchmarks