HOW YOU DOING?
Do you feel good? Do you feel healthy? Do you like yourself? I feel good. I have a positively charged energy constantly charging and recharging me. This positive energy keeps me feeling incredible. No matter what my thoughts are or what I express I feel good. I’m happy to be it and happy to do it. I walked around the flea market yesterday sad and heavy hearted. I was happy to be sad and heavy hearted. I imagine folk wanted to talk me out of being sad. I bet folk wanted to tell me to cheer up or tell me things weren’t so bad. No one got to said a thing. I wouldn’t allow it. I was happy to be sad. I felt good about being sad. I was okay being sad. It felt good to be sad. I feel good no matter what.
For a while I felt unhealthy. I was hurting. My body hurt. It was like misery was trying to set into my flesh. An illness had hit me and tried to become my life. I was hurting, bad. After following the advice of a doctor, after being educated on the illness and after using the medicine, I, am well. I feel healthy. I don’t hurt anymore. My body is expressing excellent health when it speaks to me. My body used to have groans now it has songs. I don’t hurt anymore nor do I expect to hurt again. I have never felt so amazing or known myself to be so healthy. I feel healthy.
I consider myself a 2 not a 10. IIWII. I like me. I like what I see when I look in the mirror. I feel sexy when I look at my body. I see that my beauty is exotic looking at my face. I’m becoming to me. I feel gorgeous looking at myself. I’m okay with seeing myself like this. I also like my character and attitude. Sometimes I’m not nice. Sometimes I put my hand on my hip. Sometimes I’m mean and surely. Sometimes I put folk in check. I’m not always polite. I don’t always put others before me. I don’t always act christianly. I’ve been called wicked. I wouldn’t change a thing. I like every bit of it about me. I don’t feel guilty about who I’ve been or what I’ve done nor do I regret any of being me. I like me. I like who I am. I like what I look like. I’m too sexy.
Again, HOW YOU DOING? Do you feel good? Do you feel healthy? Do you like yourself?
I heard a man say to the crowd “Do you”. Can you afford to do you? Do you have to defend yourself when you do you? I do me without anxiety and me has no complaints. Me, I’m doing well. HOW YOU DOING?
SOT; Aint nothing wrong with enjoying the FOYL.
