How Do I Love Me? An Ode to Self-Love
with apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love me? Let me count the ways.
I love me to the depth and girth and height
My fingers reach when plunging out of sight
For eager pressure or a gentle graze.
I love me with the force of everyday’s
Most urgent need, by sun or candlelight.
I love me liberally, with full delight;
I love me purely, and without disgrace.
I love me with a passion put to use
Though I was taught to treat it with disgust.
I love me with a love I had to choose
To fight for and to treasure and to trust.
No part of me bears any guilt or blame; Today I love my body without shame.
Previous Saturday Musings here.