When I was a child I thought I was perfect
I never questioned the way I looked
Then I got older and perfection faded
I started to dislike parts of my body
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My feet were too big and I was too tall
I disliked my hair and I hated my freckles
There were curves at the wrong places
I just wasn’t beautiful the way others were
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Perfection was out of reach
So many things about me I wanted to change
And then nature came and changed it for me
I got age spots, lines and wrinkles for free
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Many my age now pay a high price
To turn back time just a few years
To look like they did then
When they thought they weren’t perfect
I might be an older lady outside, but there is still the kid inside who wishes for wings or a mermaid tail. It took me a while, but I learned to love myself unconditionally and accept the way I look at any age.
Now, in my 50’s, I am old enough to know that I am perfect.
Price
Great post. You are so comfortable in your own skin that it’s inspiring.
I think everybody around me loves me (or hates me )for who I am not for how I look. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder anyway. How can we love other’s if we don’t really love ourselves?
We can’t — at least not very well, though we DO try. And I also think we tend to be way harder on ourselves than we are on others. Then we turn around and hold them up to our own standard. Self-perception is messy, isn’t it…
Make a sticky note saying “I love myself unconditionally today” and hang it on your mirror. Say it every morning until you will look yourself in the eye and actually mean it. Try it 🙂
You know, I’ve actually come a long way since I started blogging. Meeting people like you and Fimnora and Linda has been so good for me. You are all such great role models. Seems odd to need them still at 64 years old! LOL
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Great motto; great poem, great resolution. Live long enough to realize you are perfect.
Great watch and poem.
That was an interesting film. I’m glad you’re comfortable with your body. I’ll rant about mine later. ^_^
I am sure you will 🙂
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