this is you loving you

as grow older - and my body wrinkles and my hair pales and as my bones start to creak and groan - I will learn to love myself with as much energy as Creation had when it formed me out of the void.

I am spending today finalizing the poems for my new poetry book that I am hoping to self-publish later this month. “Fitting Is For Sardines” is a collection of poems that center on the themes of self-love, embracing the miracle that is our existence, and the courage it takes to live our lives with authenticity.

I had assumed that this book would feel quite a bit lighter and whimsical compared to my last two releases (Remedy & Upon Departure) - and it does I suppose -but there are still some scars that tingle in my soul whenever I re-read some of these poems.

To show our imperfect selves love and kindness in this modern world takes a strong heart.

We are encouraged to photoshop out all of the blemishes in the pictures of ourselves that we share. We feel this pressure to project this perfect image of our lives to the world. We are silently asked to become our own PR firms as we race this unwinnable race of social status we are running against each other in.

We are seduced by fear to try and prove to the world that we are really good at being normal.

At a young age, we are exposed to the idea that we don’t want to be considered “strange”, “weird”, or “different” because that will make us outcasts.