i am not perfect. not in the least. i have flaws, both perceived and real. i have irregularities, pock marks, stretch marks, shames, secrets, fears, ghosts. there are many things i would alter about my body, financial situation, prospects, personal work output, life. at times it feels overwhelming, staggering, like always in a looming shadow at the base of immense blackness. i am humbled by it all.
i am perfection, totally and completely. i have flaws which make me whole. i have skills, am able-bodied, strength of character, pride, empathies, confidence, helpfulness. there are many things i would share with others of my experience, insight, love, advice, conversations. at times it feels overwhelming, blissful beyond comparison, like my heart is floating in a zeppelin crafted from pure energy and powered by liquid happiness. i am humbled by it all.
accept it all, the positive, the negative, the stories from out there, the stories from within, the good, the bad, the ugly. heal and love at all levels, and discriminate nothing.