Poem: Hardcore self-love

I stand in front of the full length mirror, naked.

I breathe in, deeply – the breath I’ve not allowed myself all day.

I caress the swell of my belly, the rough cellulite on my butt and thighs, my hairy arms and legs.

I trace each scar – seen and unseen, each memory. And I remember what a wonder, what an incredible coincidence of luck and fate and tears it is, that exactly I exist. That I am. Still am.

And I pass no judgement. I just breathe. And touch. And am.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Samantha M. Rooney says:

    Love this. Well written!

    Like

    1. Sarah says:

      Thank you, Samantha!

      Like

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