Poetry of being a woman.

Hello friends,

I have not posted in quite some time (or, it sure feels like it!). Life has been a wonderful whirlwind since my husband returned home from deployment, and I haven’t been in any kind of rhythm or schedule. This is how it should be, of course, but I miss blogging. Over the last year, this blog has become such a warm and wonderful little corner of my life, so thank you for sharing it with me.

My husband and I are heading abroad for the rest of the week, so long as Space A cooperates! The flight we want to take has been cancelled and re-added several times in the last 36hrs, so our fingers are crossed that the flight takes of as planned and that there are seats on it to accommodate us. I’ll let you know, of course. If you are interested in flying Space A and would like more information about how it’s done, you can check-out my blog post on how to fly Space A. Since this will be a new adventure that includes my husband, I’ll update the post as needed. Hopefully we have all the necessary documents! We feel a little unprepared, even though we think that we received good advice from friends. And, for the first time in my 32 years, I didn’t over-pack. Dreams do come true!

Anyway …

Tonight I want to share a few poems that someone posted in a body image/”life” forum that I belong to (which is run by the wonderful Go Kaleo herself). This poetry struck a chord with me, and I hope that you enjoy it as well.

—-

apologize to your body.
maybe
that’s where the healing begins.

—- starting | by nayyirah waheed

in our own ways
we all break.
it is okay
to hold your heart outside of your body
for days.
months.
years.
at a time.

—- heal | by nayyirah waheed

i will tell you, my daughter
of your worth
not your beauty
everyday. (your beauty is a given. every being is born
beautiful)
knowing your worth
can save your life.
raising you on beauty alone
you will be starved.
you will be raw.
you will be weak.
an easy stomach.
always in need of someone telling you how beautiful you
are.

—- emotional nutrition | by nayyirah waheed

the hard season
will
split you through.
do not worry.
you will bleed water.
do not worry.
this is grief.
your face will fall out and down your skin
and
there will be scorching.
but do not worry.
keep speaking the years from their hiding places.
keep coughing up smoke from all the deaths you have
died.
keep the rage tender.
because the soft season will come.
it will come.
loud.
ready.
gulping.
both hands in your chest.
up all night.
up all of the nights.
to drink all damage into love.

—- therapy | by nayyirah waheed

if
the ocean
can calm itself,
so can you.
we
are both
salt water
mixed with
air.

—- meditation| by nayyirah waheed

‘i love myself.’
the
quietest.
simplest.
most
powerful.
revolution.
ever.

—- ism | by nayyirah waheed

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