Wonder Woman Hips

"When I was five, I was Wonder Woman / in a tight red leotard, blue tutu, my mother’s / brass buckled belt, and pantyhose tied / into a crown..." -- from Wonder Woman Hips by Corie Feiner

Artwork by Chuck Hodi

In last week’s Bodylove Poetry Workshop, we not only wrote poetry about our hips, but claimed them with a visceral love, bravery, and a bit of badass fierceness that still makes me smile.

During our collective writing time, I always watch the chat for any questions but take this time to write as well. There is an energy that comes with writing in a group that not only gives you permission, but courage, and support to write about whatever comes.

When I started to write, the image that came to mind was of me at five years-old standing in the mirror dressed like Wonder Woman and really thinking I was her. I often talk to my “inner child” and call her “Little Corie,” as I re-mother her, but in this poem, Little Corie was not little, but big and came to me to remind me that no matter what I have experienced that she is there, and to remember to be proud and excited to just be me.

After you read this poem, maybe you can rest your hands on your hips, roll your text neck…