It’s a good thing I’m learning to love this being I call me.
More than ever before, I’m beginning to.
Once overly demanding of myself,
Expecting perfection,
Noticing whether I'm in the wake of others’ approval
Or disapproval,
Old enough not to give a damn anymore.
Easier said than done.
In spite of it all, I’m finally getting the hang of liking me as I am,
At my age, I’m not likely to change.
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