…what about her?

…for many years, even into adulthood; i would drift off into the thought of being light toned with a body of near perfection; light eyes, and crinkled wavy like hair-

and in the moment of daydream, love would come for me; because I would be the vision that love sought- so my drifted mind sadly assumed, since that of a young child-

but why? why do we penalize the art that we already are? why do we reject years of self love, when we are perfectly and flawlessly sketched by the craftsmanship of God?

and who have we allowed the unfair granting of permission in rearranging our thoughts to think anything else?

today i stood in front of a mirror and found many things i did not like- somethings could be worked on, while others were the unchanging versions i must learn to embrace and immaculately love-

oh how many years I’ve lost learning to love her- oh how many ive lost- 😞

thus is why celibacy has been apart of my self love journey- as in order for me to fully understand what love is, i must first learn to show the woman ive neglected- as i am. unaltered and unchanged.

we must find our reflection and greet them with grace- I had too also- i still am- brown skin, unkept body, coarse hair, crooked teeth and all- i had to face, and with full remorse, apologetically ask my reflection the most sincere question one could ask-

“but what about her?”- ❤️

kb

-whoever you are,

wherever you are-

you are ‘beyond’ enough. 🙏🏾