I've been reflecting on themes of self acceptance in recent weeks, and happened across this poem which I wrote many years ago when first introduced to the idea that I, like everyone, was made up of a community of different parts. The journey to self-love was long and hard, but the start of it was a revelation to me back then. The poem raised a smile, and I wanted to share it.
What do you most love about yourself? And what have you yet to embrace?
Love
I love me when I’m happy
and full of joyful song
I love me when I’m nonchalant
my thoughts just float along
I love me when I’m feeling sad
when nothing feels OK
I love the way I pick me up
and choose a better way
I love me when I’m fizzy
I love me when I’m fun
I love me when I’m laughing
glowing like the sun
I love me when I’m pensive
looking deep inside
I love the mournful way I muse
and find somewhere to hide
I love me when I flash with rage
My anger raw to see
I love my full on passion too
the way I let it be
I love my own frustration
I love my sense of peace
I love the way I ground me
and let myself release
I love me when I’m playful
and when I’m wicked too
I love me when I’m sexy
I love me when I’m rude
I love the way I live my life
intensity abounds
And when that means I rain at times
I even love my clouds
I love the way I love me
I love me when I’m kind
I love my fierceness and my fun
my tenderness inside
So what do others love in me?
Who really gives a shit?
What really counts is what I feel
and I love every bit
Fe Robinson, 2009
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