I like myself

I like myself
I'm glad I'm me
There's no one else I'd rather be.
I like my eyes, my ears, my nose.
I like my fingers and my toes.
I like me wild.
I like me tame.
I like me different and the same.
I like me fast.
I like me slow.
I like me everywhere I go.
I like me on the inside, too, for all I think and say and do.
Inside, outside, upside down, from head to toe and all around,
I like it all! It all is me!
And me is all I want to be.
And I don't care in any way what someone else may think or say.
I may be called a silly nut or crazy cuckoo bird - so what?
I'm having too much fun, you see, for anything to bother me!
Even when I look a mess,
I still don't like me any less,
'cause nothing in this world, you know,
can change what's deep inside, and so . . .
No matter if they stop and stare,
no person
ever anywhere
can make me feel that what they see
is all there really is to me.
I'd still like me with fleas or warts,
or with a silly snout that snorts,
or knobbly knees or hippo hips
or purple polka dotted lips,
or beaver breath or stinky toes or horns protruding from my nose,
or - yikes - with spikes all down my spine, or hair that's like a porcupine.
I still would be the same, you see . . .

I like myself because I'm me!


By: Karen Beaumont