Throughout the years, I have learned a lot. I have become more confident, self-aware and fearless. I guess I had to go through shit to become self-aware, let go of my fears
and appreciate every day.
I put bandage on my heart, smile on my face and pink hat on my head. I have gone through all sorts of therapies, chemotherapy
, anti-hormonal therapy, music therapy, as well as buying-a-new-pair-of-shoes therapy. I give, send, and tell. I receive, absorb, and listen. I feel better than ever before. I love, looooove
myself and my people (family) deeply, with all my heart. I love every tree in my park as we go through seasons together. I open my compressed life in the morning and become that little girl from Sarajevo and play on a swing.
Overwhelmed by emotions, I start crying when I enter the warm sea that heals me and I tell the story to people who understand me, without reservations, with a joy of a child. I am grateful to the water that heals me. I look forward to every new day and accept the battles before me because they are mine. Finally, I have become myself, imperfect in the perfection of life. This poem is about how I arrived at the state of self-love I currently celebrate.
Smiles are my Botox,
injected in my wrinkles.
Hugs are my fillers,
rejuvenating my cells.
My collagen boost is
early morning kisses.
His eyes are my mirror.
I photoshop my dreams,
And use filters only when
Choosing my friends.
What does your relationship with your body look like?
Photo courtesy of Orville McEachron Photography