I was putting on a pair of pants when I heard a gurgling noise. It was my belly. It wasn't hungry. It was mad. Then I heard a voice. Abdomens don't normally speak, but it clearly needed to. I sat down and listened because it's not every day you hear your parts talking.
My girlish figure is from another era when I didn't nurture and protect anyone but myself. I see people with their fragile, girlish hips and I think, "How do you rule the world with those hips? Is your love precious and fragile like your hips?"