Feasting slowly on the notion of loving oneself.

Inhaling deeply to concoct the other side of mindlessness-

Mindfulness –

where I belong in my body.

Where I reap what I’ve sown.

Where I behold what I know.

That to love myself fully,

Is no easy show.

But worth every drop of rain studied,

Each exhale prolonged,

Each task done more slowly,

Then I can rest in my skin,

Sit in my bones,

Warm in my blood,

Knowing, I gave myself the choice-

Of course, I always had a choice.

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