Self-love; she don’t play!

Growing up, I always appreciated a good read. I have vivid memories of myself as a young girl going to the library and going way overboard! I would get ten books at a time just because ten was the limit. Which is silly because I would never finish them all. There’s just something so intoxicating about the smell  of an old library book! Something about the feeling of its worned pages that I still love til this day. In my teenage years though, my addiction for books was replaced with one for clothes and makeup (sigh!). Now as a woman, I wish I would have cultivated a healthy balance between the two and kept reading more! Although I still very much love reading, more often than not, it can be difficult to finish a book once I start it #momlife!

Recently, one of my friends got me a sweet gift. It’s a collection of poetry called The Sun and Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur. I love poems but I had never owned a book of poems before, so I was excited. It’s not necessarily a sit down to read type of book but more like the kind you can just open on a whim to read one page and let it sink in. Which is perfect for my lifestyle! When she gave it to me, she wanted to read one poem out loud for me. So she randomly opened the book to a page she really hoped would resonate with me. As I stood there listening to her I thought “ Wow, how beautiful! I’m so in love with this book already!”. It was good. So good! Indeed, the words were going straight to my heart. I had been there! In the back of my head, down on my knees scrubbing the negative thoughts and the self-doubt off the bone. I thought it would be nice to share that poem with you and let you know that you are smart, capable, empowered and wonderfully made! Hope you enjoy it ♡

 

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First

I went for my words

the i can’ts. i won’ts.

i am not good enoughs.

I lined them up

And shot them dead

Then I went for my thoughts

Invisible and everywhere

There was no time to gather them

one by one

I had to wash them out

I wove a linen cloth

out of my hair

Soaked it in a bowl of mint

and lemon water

Carried it in my mouth

as i climbed up my braid

to the back of my head

down on my knees

i began to wipe my mind clean

it took twenty-one days

my knees bruised

but i did not care

i was not given the breath

in my lungs to choke it out

i would scrub the self-hate

off the bone

till it exposed love

 

-self-love

 

 

 

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