njjen3953
4th Level Orange Feather
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I found this posted to a group I belong to and it is my goal to someday very soon, believe it 100%. I am already 70% there with the help of the love of my life, GuitarPeteTklr.
I am a Beautiful Woman, with a beauty that doesn't wash off. I earned
it, unearthed it, rescued it like a jewel in the dust, picked it up, and
made it shine.
For years I did not see it, although I sensed it
was there. Now, it dazzles and thrives.
I am healthy, capable, independent, strong - yet
still so fragile, floored by a sigh. My body is that
of a creator - angles meeting curves - hardness
drifting into soft.
I am mother, daughter, sister, and lover to myself.
Embraceable and brave,
I extend my heart.
My body is my home - my home to a shrine to life -
comfortable, warm, and rich with treasures.
Mine is the scent of hot spices, caught in a breeze -
mine the laughter that wings through the door. I share myself
only with those who honor me as I am - and I protect myself,
my house, and my time from invaders.
I search for my center, in the midst of chaos - and practice peace, as
wild dogs clamor in my mind. I use power for the greater good, and
release rage in neutral settings - with no one innocent, in the line of fire.
I am learning how to persist, and when to let
go, and I am willing to feel all emotions to their
depths and exaltations - to wake up every nerve,
and no longer be afraid for my life.
Both my beauty and strength transcend with age, time,
and perhaps even
this lifetime.
Each day I am new, yet more at home in myself. Moment by moment, I
create my
world.
I am a Beautiful Woman, with a beauty that doesn't wash off. I earned
it, unearthed it, rescued it like a jewel in the dust, picked it up, and
made it shine.
For years I did not see it, although I sensed it
was there. Now, it dazzles and thrives.
I am healthy, capable, independent, strong - yet
still so fragile, floored by a sigh. My body is that
of a creator - angles meeting curves - hardness
drifting into soft.
I am mother, daughter, sister, and lover to myself.
Embraceable and brave,
I extend my heart.
My body is my home - my home to a shrine to life -
comfortable, warm, and rich with treasures.
Mine is the scent of hot spices, caught in a breeze -
mine the laughter that wings through the door. I share myself
only with those who honor me as I am - and I protect myself,
my house, and my time from invaders.
I search for my center, in the midst of chaos - and practice peace, as
wild dogs clamor in my mind. I use power for the greater good, and
release rage in neutral settings - with no one innocent, in the line of fire.
I am learning how to persist, and when to let
go, and I am willing to feel all emotions to their
depths and exaltations - to wake up every nerve,
and no longer be afraid for my life.
Both my beauty and strength transcend with age, time,
and perhaps even
this lifetime.
Each day I am new, yet more at home in myself. Moment by moment, I
create my
world.