I signed up to receive writing prompts from my friend, Lisa, and I confess I’ve been doing the easy ones. She just sent me an impossible one. When I read the prompt I immediately shut down and headed for the delete button. But then I thought a moment. How would I answer that? What would I write, if it is something that immediately throws such a wall up? Talk about the ultimate writing challenge. I thought there was absolutely no way to answer her prompt, to come up with anything. That made me realize I had to try.
What was the horrible prompt?
She asked us to write a love song to our bodies.
Stifle that immediate, uncomfortable emotional response you just had. Set that aside, and pause a moment.
Could you answer that?
I figured out a way to answer it, I challenged myself to write something, and it’s nowhere near what was probably intended by the prompt. I know it’s going to upset those family and friends who read this, but keep in mind that this is my honest response to myself, right or wrong, healthy or not. And, hey, it also made me laugh when I wrote the first line. Laughter is always a good thing.
What would be your honest response? Could you be honest? Give it a try. I dare you.
Here’s my writing prompt response, my love song to my body.
It could be worse.
The red hair could be redder. The freckles could be frecklier. The weight could be heavier. The reflection, the view of my mother, could be clearer.
The anger could be fury, The hurt could be betrayal. The loss could be permanent. The sense of not getting ahead could be falling behind.
Who I see might become what others see. They might quit filtering me through a lens of personality.
A love song like this becomes an exercise in pity.
But, it could be worse.