as far back as I could remember, I looked forward to turning 50. No matter the turbulence of my life. Perhaps its the old soul within these old bones. Perhaps, its the attachment felt.

I am me. Right here. I am me.
All my imperfections. All my physical limitations, I am me.
Confident, exotic, spiritual, and soulful; my lady of 50.

I am me.

Introverted. Extreme. Passionate. I am me.
Heart. Intelligent.  Scared. I am me.
Insecure. Lonely.  I am me.

I will embrace. Laugh at. Love. Appreciate. And accept “ME”
My baldness.
My tummy.

Physical disabilities and all.

I. Am. Me