I know I’m supposed to say I love myself all the time
Cherish everything about me, body and mind
But that’s just not the reality
Some days I talk to myself badly
Little triggers remind me why I don’t like my belly
Endless loops of “if only” and “why can’t I be…?”
Anxiety and fear that I am never ever enough
Self-imposed panic, over-thinking stuff
And I think it’s all right
I don’t expect myself to love with perfection
Sometimes the bad days give me direction
They show me what parts of my life need attention
Where I may be wishing for more
Where I can release a bit of tension
Learning to love yourself, through & through
Is a process, a journey, a habit you repeatedly do
Cherish the dark days as much as the light
For soon enough, once again,
The world will be sunny and bright.




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