THE MOST NATURAL THING

I love myself and I love what I do.
I love everything about myself.
It’s not loud, it’s just true.
I love myself as much as a person can love someone else.
But that someone is me.

I love what I wear,
how I move,
how I speak,
how I stay.

I love being me—
messy, figuring it out,
still loving.
Always loving.