Love Letter
I am sitting on my bed thinking about the last three months. I was asked to write myself a love letter. I thought it was a silly idea. I mean what do I have to tell myself that I have not told myself looking in the mirror. Then silly turned into frightened. I mean what do i really love about myself? Is there anything, really?
This letter is not a letter to a loved one who passed away. This letter is not about how much I love my significant other. This letter is about me, my body, my self, who I really am.
Dear Rebel Poeta:
You are a kind soul and soothing spirit. You are giving, trustworthy, and open-minded. You love unconditionally and you work hard to make others happy. You are simply beautiful. Your almond-shaped eyes, your coily locs, your flawless caramel colored skin, your beautiful crooked almost white teeth. Your broad-shoulders, strong toned arms, nicely round-perky breasts, and your almost flat belly. The scar on your lower-right side of your hip where you got your appendix taken out. Your small but round derriere. The curve on my almost toned back that allows me to do the most comfortable, soothing, and relaxing yogic back bends. Your strong, toned, and athletic legs. No, I never ran track in my entire life. But I have legs like a track star! I love my legs. My feet are wide but beautiful. I am a perfect size 10. I love my body. It is the way our Creator has intended. All these perfect imperfections make me beautiful!
I am beautifully human. I love every part of me.
Always take good care of yourself, sis!
With Love & Courage,
RP
