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BEAUTIFUL by Ulli Stanway

This morning I saw me. All of me…

It happened when I went to have a shower and took my clothes off; I noticed myself. I saw my body for the first time in a very long time. In that moment I felt an unknown sensation running through my whole being. Acceptance? Joy? Maybe even love? For who I am?  How long have my body and soul waited for this... one moment….of Clarity.


Beautiful
by Ulli Stanway


Today I saw me
With all there is
And all there is not
The perfect little imperfections
All of me
And I smiled softly
At this image in the mirror

Today I saw beyond the mirror
I took a dive into the depth of me
I am so much more than thighs with cellulite
And an ever gently bulging abdomen

I spent years trying to be this perfect thing
For others who truly did not even care
I tried to copy red lips and make up
I hid behind designer clothes
And expensive creams
I took ice cold showers to rid myself of nature’s choices
I criticized many parts of me
I tried desperately to change
What was never meant to be changed
My uniqueness slowly drowned in the carbon copy effect
Of being like “her”
My beauty unnoticed by me for many years …

Today I took a look
In the mirror
And I saw me
All of me
I am curves
I am all the shapes that have been created by my ancestors
I am soft skin
I am beautiful hair
I am a gentle face with an honest smile
I am a woman
A goddess in her own right
I am waking up to see
I am allowing myself to see the truth of me

I am love
I am healthy
I am strong
I am beautiful
I am me.

Ulli Stanway: "I am a 41 year old rising poetess/writer/day dreamer and life lover. I live in Melbourne Australia with my beautiful husband. I love nature and I am a confessing tree hugger. I am working on my dream website called “Desire your own happiness”, which I hope will inspire other kindred souls to follow their own dreams and skip down a path they truly enjoy. I believe in becoming your authentic self, become who you are with all your quirkiness, weirdness and amazing talents. We don’t need to have countless copies of the same story being told. Be you, all that you are and that is perfectly enough. And you are so very needed. My mantra is taking your shoes off and run barefoot, in the rain whenever possible. Embrace everything you are. Here and now."


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