Comparison is the thief of joy, and I'm an easy target.

Sometimes I'm tempted to see if I would float if I jumped, both feet in, no hesitation.
Would I sink because I'm so heavy to hold?
Do you wish I was built like her,
perfectly proportioned, sexy body, making life, so easy to love? 

I don't have the excuse of motherhood to explain why my thighs have texture, why my arms are shaped this way, or why it tak…