“Love yourself,” they say.
Like this? I ask myself.
How do I love something I want to change?
How do I love this face?
How do I love this body?
How do I love something I want to change so badly?
How do I love something I hate?
How do I love what nobody loves?
How do I love me?
And then I take a look in the mirror.
I look at the person there – seeing all her imperfections and flaws.
A small voice says, “Look you’re pretty, a hot body isn’t a gateway to happiness.”
And then I consider all I have achieved so far.
I can’t help but smile.
Life has not been so bad.
Who’s going to love me if I don’t love me?
I’m worth more than I give myself credit for.
I should pay heed to that small voice.
Yeah, I am pretty.
I am my own queen!
I’m going to swank with confidence cause confidence has its own beauty.
I am who I am!
I’m gonna love me for me…
I’m gonna treat me like a queen…
I’m going to love me so much…
I’m happy to be me!
Nothing’s going to change that.
About the Poet
This poem titled Me Myself and I, was written by Nwoseh Onyekachi Emila, from Delta State. She’s currently a student at the University Of Port Harcourt.