Self-Love

10.10.13

Today I saw my pulse
flutter in my wrist
and remembered that I am alive.

Today I remembered that I am
made of tree roots and stardust,
that the most beautiful things
in existence came together to make me.

Today I remembered that I am precious.
I listened to my body, it played
the symphony of me.  I heard its beats
and hums and the shooting off of
its little rockets in celebration of me.

Today I realized that I am a mystery
that could never be solved
and that is what makes me beautiful.
I considered the intricacies of my veins,
the landmarks of my eyes, and the
constellations that are unique
to the sky of my skin.

My skin is a canvas that paints itself-
a little darker where the sun has kissed,
a little paler where my blue veins
rise like mountains, a freckle here
and there for artistic emphasis.

Today I took a long hot shower.
I witnessed the magic of the water
beading up and rolling off my body,
I stayed long enough to see the
tips of my fingers pucker
and I stared in wonder.

Today I remembered that
my body never forgets to love me.
The soft tissue in my chest
still takes air in and out
when I am absent minded.
My heart still keeps the rhythm
of myself going when I am far too
concerned with self destruction.

Today I found a new appreciation for my body,
this tangled up cluster of tree roots and stars
that is a symphony in awe of me.

Today I decided that I am beautiful.