They scrunched up in disgust
As they looked at our bellies
So warm and so squishy
Cute and well-fed.
They gasped seeing our stretch marks,
As if they're something to hate,
But really they are our pride scars,
Our fierce tiger stripes.
They gagged as they eyed our wide thighs,
Full and touching.
My mom used to say that they touch out of Love. 
We won't let them defeat us,
And point at our errors,
For there are no errors
And each has a body
So perfect
And beautiful.