It is so much harder to love ourselves I think, especially when the image we'd like to see is other than the one we have to work with. I don't know why the physical representation takes so much precedence over other qualities, our society I suppose, what media holds up as our mirror...thank you for sharing.
Wow. I'm still thinking about what you said about how society's urgency pushes us toward hate. Hate of ourselves. And also, I think, hate of others. That's such a rich and astute observation.
Also, the way shame sucks all the oxygen out of us and plunks us in a drowning sea of doubt. I relate to all of this. Thank you again for your words. Beautiful poem.
It is so much harder to love ourselves I think, especially when the image we'd like to see is other than the one we have to work with. I don't know why the physical representation takes so much precedence over other qualities, our society I suppose, what media holds up as our mirror...thank you for sharing.
Wow. I'm still thinking about what you said about how society's urgency pushes us toward hate. Hate of ourselves. And also, I think, hate of others. That's such a rich and astute observation.
Also, the way shame sucks all the oxygen out of us and plunks us in a drowning sea of doubt. I relate to all of this. Thank you again for your words. Beautiful poem.