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.
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.
Those who hear the still
small voice in 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
Windsor, Ontario,
Canada
terri@wisehearts.com
 
 
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