By Monica C. Voskamp
Am I still loved
Though I weigh far too much?
Am I still loved
When my hair falls out?
Am I still loved
When age creases my skin?
Am I still loved
Please tell me,
Am I still enough?
I don’t feel loved
As I watch myself
Metamorphosis into something
So unlike me.
I don’t feel loved
As I jiggle in my skin.
I don’t feel loved
As I stare into the mirror
At my fading reflection
From beauty to…this.
And why I don’t feel,
Is because of what I don’t
Believe.
For worse than my feelings
What you do or don’t think,
Or what my body can or cannot be
Is the crippling belief
Of me not loving me.
This more than anything else
Will be my ruins.
So when I wake up today
And see what is not the past
Nor the future desired me,
But when I wake up to the present
I am faced with this complex simplicity:
Will I love me?
Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤
*Photo Credit: Photo by Jonathan Borba on Unsplash