How many of us have parts of ourselves that we don’t like? Maybe a part of our appearance (My thighs are too fat)? A part of our heritage (I hope I don’t turn out like crazy Aunt Jane)? Or a part of our personality (I’m too quiet)? Disowning any part of ourselves can be damaging. I think the subtitle of The Gifts of Imperfection by Brene´ Brown says it all: “Let go of who you think you’re supposed to be and embrace who you are.”
My niece, Jody, recently told me about an assignment she had for a class in college. They were instructed to write an “I Am” poem. Apparently, that was about the only guideline they were given. It was very unstructured and loose. She gave me permission to share her poem. I love it, not only because she’s my niece, but also because it’s such a great example of looking at all aspects of ourselves with a nonjudgmental, accepting eye. This is just how it is. This is who I am.
I’m planning on writing my own “I am” poem. If you write one, feel free to share it. Oh, and I’m sure my niece would appreciate any comments!
I am curly hair that people use to categorize me.
I am the city girl stuck in a population of one-thousand.
I am the salsa heels that dance all night as if I’m still in Mexico.
I am the race with no ethnicity.
I am off-brand clothing among Sevens, Coach, and Marc Jacobs.
I am the only Jew in a rural town.
I am high-top sneakers from a resale shop.
I am the life-changing trip to Israel at age 16.
I am the passion to travel and master new languages.
I am the positive voice in a room full of negativity.
I am an ally for all people because I feel we are all connected.
I am the girl that values herself more than how boys see her.
I am the dreams that can and will be reached through hard work and dedication.