A poem - “My baby girl & nourishment”

I eat out maybe once a week. If my man would like to eat out that is fine. I will prepare food for both of us - but if he would like to eat out, I will respect it and prepare to eat my home cooked meal without judgement to him.

I eat out maybe once a week. My body said it would rather eat my foods. Foods that are cooked well and in good fats. I cook for my baby - my body is my baby and I care for her like an innocent being. I love her and she loves me. By caring for her she shines brightly, beautifully, and intelligently.

She lets me know what was good for her and what was not her favorite thing. I listen. I know nourishing her is beyond just food. She also loves laughter. She loves play time. She loves when I dress her in good oil for the skin. She loves seeing me happy with quality designer clothes and accessories because she knows I am fascinated with fly clothes. She wants me to creatively express myself.  She wants me to have everything I desire. She loves playfulness. She loves when she can be her most authentic self.

Xx,

Alexa