Now and again

I have to remind myself

that shopping in the kids section as an adult

wasn’t an achievement.

But, when he hugs me

happy

he can wrap an arm around me

and I fit inside.

I am proud. 

I have to remind myself

that going to sleep with a belly that begs

does not mean I have won. 

I have to remind myself,

that hearing my heart

does not mean that I am closer to it.

I have to remind myself

that I am not the body I was born into,

that I am not able to build

a new one from tears and air.

That there will always be strength in destruction,

but I am stronger in creation.

Now and again, 

I have to remind myself

that I love myself.