Feasting slowly on the notion of loving oneself.
Inhaling deeply to concoct the other side of mindlessness-
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.