The Beauty Contest (a poem of scrolling)
Know you are beautiful. Know you are perfect in your body… flaws, flaws, wrinkles, stray hairs and all! Continue reading The Beauty Contest (a poem of scrolling)
Tag: self acceptance
What I Found at the Bottom of Every Bottle I Ever Drank
A poem of struggle and excuses. (It’s never too late for a new beginning.) Continue reading What I Found at the Bottom of Every Bottle I Ever Drank
Vulnerability (here I am)
My vulnerability is not “complaining.” It is not “attention-seeking.” I don’t claim to have hard knocks or burdens to bear. I just wear my humanity on my sleeve, because it’s okay to have hard days and feel deep emotions. It’s okay to get mired in the struggle once in a while. Being human is what we do, because, well, we’re all human. Continue reading Vulnerability (here I am)
Lessons from the oak
There stands a pin oak
straight and sturdy in our front yard, her trunk mottled by
nubs of amputated limbs, lobbed off for daring
to venture too close to a neighbor’s roof;
here is where the bark grows stronger, each wrinkle
a testament to her wisdom
and survival Continue reading Lessons from the oak
Envy
It began as an adolescent: I envied her popularity. I envied the magnificence of her giant bangs. I envied the ease of her flirtation with boys. I envied the way she wore her Z Cavariccis. I envied her athleticism, her tanned skin, her confidence, her status. I looked around at the girls who were my peers and I measured myself against them. In my mind, I always fell short. I turned the negative energy of envy inward, silently berating myself. Continue reading Envy
Cups of Tea
I am not everyone’s cup of tea.I have been known to come off as offensive now and then. I can be a bitch sometimes…I know this (even if I don’t mean to be). I tease too hard. I often talk too much (oh, the verbal diarrhea). At times it seems like I’m trying to hog all the attention. And I definitely drop more F-bombs than the average jane. Continue reading Cups of Tea
The Middle Ages
Middle Age. Middle Ground. Halfway Point. Up the hill; down the hill; over the hill.
What’s next? Who am I now? Continue reading The Middle Ages
