Who I Am
I am not my hair, my eyes, my nose or my mouth. I am not my skin or the shape of any of my body parts. I am not the IQ of my brain. I am not the sound of my voice or the volume of my laughter. I am not my strengths or any of my weaknesses. I am not the level of my skills.
The temple of my physical makeup is a culmination of genetics. It reveals nothing about the person who resides within. I take no credit or point no blame for the way I look.
My temple is perfect, as is.
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This body is not who I am. It is an exquisitely perfect dwelling for my soul. Everything about it is exactly as it should be. No other, anywhere, ever, could serve my soul as well.
I am not anything you can see with your eyes or touch with your hands. Should you judge me by that criteria, you will never know me.
I am not a dumping ground for bias that's based on a man-made standard, and I do not accept the prejudice it creates.
I am a union of body, mind and spirit, a trio, not a solo.
To know me, is to know yourself.
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Those who hear the voice of their soul, recognize the song in mine. They do not stop at the front door and judge me by the dwelling in which I reside. With a humble sense of honor, they knock upon the door and ask to come in.
The judgment of others does not change who I am. Quite the opposite is true. It reveals who they are.
Those who deem me unworthy at a glance and pass me on by, have my blessing to keep walking, for they have a long way to go. They have not reached the point in their journey where they are able to see and appreciate me for who I am.
| I expect no more. I will accept no less.
© 2001 Terri McPherson | |
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