I am color and confidence.
I am faking it until I make it, without wondering
when that might be.
I am yoga on Tuesday nights and singing to a full moon.
I am singing to a new moon, too.
I am a lover of darkness and purveyor of the light.
I am worth it.
I am worth it.
I don’t know what it is, but I am worth it.
I am covered in love and am born from love.
I have love exploding out of me every single day,
coming in waves of light.
I am grateful.
My muscles are made of gratitude.
My eyes only see through the lenses of appreciation.
Look at me,
I am alive.
I am still here.
It counts.