
Every now and again a poem pops into my heart from nowhere and wants to be shared. Last week I had a strong urge to write about body acceptance and self-acceptance and shortly after acknowledging this urge this poem revealed itself to me. When we create from our intuitive urges there is ease and resonance.
Some Body
You’re beautiful the way you are
Yes with the lumps and bumps and scars
With all the crows feet and the wrinkles
The hairs gone grey, the teenage pimples
You’re beautiful, nothing to change
Must not your own face rearrange
It tells a tale of stories lived
The way you are has much to give
The moles, the blemishes, the frizz
All part of what a real life is
The love handles and cellulite
want your acceptance – yes, that’s right!
Imperfect, quirky – that’s the norm
Let’s celebrate our human form
The…
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