Body Image Recovery

I wield a sizable bum,
As shapely and wide as they come.
With a wiggle of my hip,
I make the scales tip,
Bringing down, without a frown,
The most obnoxious clown.

Another of my woes,
My chubby Hobbit toes,
Adorning Hobbit-ish feet,
Which never miss a beat,
Stepping, tapping, moving to gigs,
Bringing along aforementioned hips.

If you care to look close,
There is my Romanesque nose.
Thanks to the brute,
I will never look cute,
But if I am ever out of a job,
I could work as drug-sniffing dog.

Now genetics are mostly to blame
For cellulite and varicose veins
I got nothing here to address this matter
Though without my veins and skin I would certainly not be better*

Therefore, I must conclude:
Dear hips, toes and brute,
You have served me well so far,
Despite not hitting the bar,
We dance, hike, smell, jump and run,
And have a heck lot of fun.

*Editing I realised that verse could be cut out. (2024)