love poem #275
Every morning I remind myself to hold space for the woman inside of me who is still a little bit hurt, who is still a little bit wild, who is still a little bit unsure about every fucking thing. I hold space for her because she deserves it. I deserve to be in relationship with all of me, to take the time to nurture myself. This is a wicked hard lesson to unfold, an inconvenient truth to carry. But at the end of every week I try and softly say sweet things to myself about how I am a wonder, a light, a fire in someone's heart. I tell myself the truth of this here life: like wow, you did ok. What could you do with a clear mind? Like wow, you stayed up on the high place when you didn't have to. Wow, look how soft you have become. Wow, this is hard, but it's also glorious too with me here, living all out loud.
-ATS
ilysm
xo
Amy
Why is it so hard for us to love every aspect of ourselves? I'm still learning/trying too. Love you! And me! HA
You are learning this so much earlier than I did. But better late than never (for me). How lucky are we?