I don’t want to fit into your ideal of what’s good enough because I am not.
I am more than that.
I’ve outgrown expectations—slid them off like a black silk slip—and exposed my bare self to the mirror.
I see the scars, the edges of plumpness, the curves showing my womanhood, and I am me—not some image air-brushed into being good enough.
I run my fingers through my choppy hair—remembering the time that I wore it short—shaving it to a stubble as an act of defiance.
Today I do not need to shape my body, my skin, my lips, my ass into an act of defiance to fight this good enough dis-ease of our society.
I won’t swallow a magic pill of “not giving a crap” to cure this dis-ease.
Sure, it’ll take the edge off, but the cure is much more than that.
It’ll take a purely positive “pill” in the form of living.
Live who you are in this moment.
Shake your booty to the uplifting drumbeats.
Love your lightness & your darkness—because in the shadows we can discover our joys.
Sing your heart open.
Relax into your pains.
Take pleasure in your joy.
Get so lost in being yourself that you forget that there is such a dis-ease as good enough.
Copyright 2015 © Jessie Wright