I Love Myself

I love myself.

That is not the end of the story. It sure as hell isn't the beginning of the story.

It's taken time to be at this stage of forgiving myself for the mistakes I have made (and will continue to make). To be here, now, and say "yes".

This love. The love that celebrates every inch of my body and marvels at the things my sometimes wandering mind can do.

If I could bottle this love, it would need to be sold at the most decadent stores across the world, with a warning label to use in excess.

It was the previous thing masquerading as love - filling my head with doubt, shame, and fear - that allows me to now dance with the shadows and sing, "I love myself".