When I was young, no one ever told me that loving yourself would be this difficult. Back then, thinking highly about myself was so easy. I was too young to understand that “out there” awaited a beyond that was destitute of an understanding of an intersection of beauty that was my home.
Now that I am older, I recognize the miracle of self love that breaks through the dense fog that attempts to suffocate my body.
I’m too black to be woman
Too woman to be black
Too fat to be beautiful
Too beautiful to be fat
Too smart to be appeoachable
Too approachable to be smart
Too much, not enough, unapproachable, unwanted, unloved
But I love all of me:
Uninhibited and unapologetically
I recognize the clarity of self love that evaporates the dense fog that attempts to suffocate my body.
No, no one ever told me that loving yourself would be this difficult. it may have been easier, but out here I am learning to dwell at the intersection of beauty that is my home.