Never Just Right

I was trained to love within limits.

I was conditioned to hold back
Want more
Express less.

I was told I am this body.
And I have to make it beautiful.


I was taught to keep a face
Be who they wanted
Smile.

I wasn't good enough.
Or I was too good.

Never just right.

That's why goldy-locks is a fairy-tale.

There's never "just right".

Too hot.
Or too cold.

Never just right.

You cannot please them.
Anyone.

So stop trying.

Just please yourself.

Said my soul. To my body.


I was told what I could do
Or couldn't do.
In the perspectives of others.

And many times
my naive mind
listened.

One day
and
Sometimes
(Not always)
I learn.

I can do whatever I want.

Only my heart truly knows
In its Universal wisdom
In the nature of it's ways
As my inner being

It knows.

I am a soul
I have a body.

It is already beautiful.
It is already loved.
It is my vehicle.

But I can always fly beyond it.

No more "not good enough"s. No more "too good"s.

It's just a body.
I am a soul.

It's just a body.
And I am so grateful for the way it moves me.

It's just a body.

To love without limits.
To break chains
To live wholly, vulnerably. free!

This scares the shit out of people.

So they will tell you
From the limits of their own comfort zone
That you're not
just right.

But only you know.
When you feel it.

When you catch a wave. When you ride a bike. When you're in the arms of your lover.
When your daughter squeezes you. When take a beautiful photo.
When someone tells you "Thank you".

You know.

You are a soul.
You have a body.

And you are just right.