No Pity, Girl by Wanda Stricklin Robertson We see you sneer as you bounce by the arthritic pool while we are stretching cellulite legs with titanium parts. We don't need your pity, Girl. You are looking at you after you have birthed babies and scaled mountains and drunk in life. These winged arms have hugged away hurt and served as a haven for breaking hearts. They have pushed back monsters and storms. These varicosed legs have run many miles, more uphill than down. They have reached the summit and danced all night in celebration and light. No pity, Girl, we're doing fine. Don't use up precious time on us, just love large and live out loud and leave laughter on your road here.
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