Narcissism and Bullshit

Narcissism. Bullshit. Love is beautiful. Love is strong and love is proud.

Why in the Now are we told we are nothing without love 

but 

not 

allowed 

to 

love 

ourself?

Tones of peach and apricot and burnt sienna and darker and lighter still. So many

shout against hatred but inspire it in the process.

Stout, fat, thin, curvy, skinny, slim and all the spectrum still. In fighting for 

acceptance we make sure to trample others, even ourselves.

All bodies are beautiful, including mine, but acknowledging that leads to shouts

of self obsession.

All bodies deserve to be celebrated. All bodies are valid. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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