You Were Yours First Before You Were Anyone Else’s*

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// photo by Chérmelle D Edwards

*Inspired by Nayyirah Waheed’s poem in Nejma.

Before you felt your body expand at the touch of another.
Before you were brought to your knees by a tsunami of heartache.
Before you found unconditional love in your loved one’s shining eyes. . .

You were yours.

Your first love, your first home, your first understanding of companionship, your first great romance was between you & your skin & your cells & your heartbeat. That’s where it all began.

It might be hard to comprehend this now. It might be hard to even imagine a love so great, so total for yourself. The lot of us have found ourselves divorced from this love, transmitting it instead toward other things, other people. We forget where we came from.

But it started here, in your body, in your bones.

You were your first love.

It was a relationship born of intimacy & deep inner knowing. A sacred marriage of devotion & self-protection, of the incredible strength & softness of the truth of who you are.

This is a love whose origins are rooted in radical acceptance, a love that asks nothing of you except questions that prompts you, gently, to go deeper within, to uncover & express: What do you desire? How do you feel? Who are you becoming?

A love that can fosters authenticity, sovereignty, your gorgeous blossoming.

Big, big love.

This love of self, this coming back to the center of you, is alive within you right now, ready to be stirred, waiting to be remembered. And you can always return to it.

All you have to do is remind yourself.

How will you remind yourself?

© 2017 SLL / Fueled by orgasm and fierce self-care