love every inch...(p.46)

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“I like me. I like my story and all the bumps and bruises. That’s what makes me uniquely me. ”

-Michelle Obama

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My pointed nose and soft cheeks,

my sensitive skin and uneven eyes,

my quiet voice and overcrowded thoughts…

I must love them.

They are mine,

all mine

just made for me.

For if I do not, something will be left out

of what’s meant to be.

You see, I must love all my bits,

every line, every scar

dress the hero in my tale.

I must love every inch

in order to sail.

It’s not until I accept every part

that I fully play my role.

The kind that crowds stand up and cheer

when I fully embrace my soul.

Love every inch

that I see.

I am so blessed…blessed as can be.

I must not wish for what is not mine.

I must not doubt the Potter

For His hand

made me from clay and water.

My mold is perfect,

every detail, well thought out.

I am to

nurture and care

honor and revere

the body I’ve been given

for its sacred and dear.

I must hold close my thoughts,

and guard them well.

For the unseen yields power

far greater than my sword.

I must protect all that enters

for what sets foot inside my castle walls

will determine the kingdom I call.

My flaws are pearls,

they brighten my page.

They are the rails that guide my way

And are the keys that unlock my cage.

Only weakness can spin straw into gold.

I struggled to speak,

but then found a pen to hold.

Love every inch…

I must cherish the looking glass,

for it reveals the rarest of breeds…

there has never been

or will ever be

the reflection that stares back at me.❤️