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Citrine Flower
A Citrine Flower

 

My body

 

Did you know I respect my toes ?

My fingers arms and legs ?

The hairs on my head,

ones that grow on my legs?

 

My freckles, my teeth, my curves and lines ?

The scar tissue on breasts?

 Dimples on thighs?

 

The muscles that move me 

as days go by

and

yes sometimes I do wonder why

 

I have stretched and grown 

in so many ways

My body accustomed 

to events of the days

 

I look on with love

to the little dot here  

a line or a crease?

It won't disappear

 

Why fight what is there?

It's meant to be

its helping me learn 

its helping me see

 

 

Attacking myself 

Is not much fun

I will not bring this

The same as some

 

I'm grateful, so grateful

I have all this

My simple way is

to keep the peace

 

I love what I have

I love what I've got

Its humble and true

and 

really enough

 

I have few grey hairs

They make me giggle

I love the bits of my body 

that wiggle and jiggle

 

I am comfort and softness

Joy and love

I am peace in my body

I am enough

 

I wear disguise

and society says

"You don't look right!"

They don't pass my test

 

The one big point 

I am trying to make

 

I am a love body 

for 

Goodness Sake

 

 

By Anna 

 

With Eternal Love & Gratitude to Universal White Time Healing for saving my life

A Citrine Flower
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