Honour yourself. Unlearn who you are not.

when you find

the ancient song

in your bones,

but you were only taught

to speak

in thunder.

you

must

unlearn

this.

sing,

or you will

slowly die,

every

day

of your life.

—honour yourself. be true to yourself. unlearn who you are not.

When relationships no longer nurture.

you cannot

force

someone

to feast at

your table.

— let them go.

I have become so desirous of quality relationships.

Of celebrating and being celebrated.

Of being seen, and heard—not just tolerated.

Not just being in someone’s life—online, or real life—just because of a tenuous connection.

There is a time for everything—including walking away from relationships that no longer show life, or nurturing.

This is my heart right now.

On seeking inner healing.

peace

in my bones.

this is

my gift

to you.

—on seeking inner healing.

When you have big dreams.

when you ask

for more,

make sure

your hands

are open.

— i wait in expectation.

So, you have dreams.

If you’re like me, probably quite a few. Some are achievable—goals, more than the scary ‘so big I cannot actually imagine this ever happening, but my heart is desperate for it’ kind of dreams.

What do you do with those?

Keep them tucked away in your heart, only to take them out every so often to examine them in the harsh light of reality?

Do you believe they can come true? Come to fruition? If you’re a praying person, do you pray expectantly? If you’re not religious, but spiritual, do you affirm their reality?

I believe every dream that is birthed within you, is there because it has purpose—to bring joy to you, and to others.

Write it down. Get it onto paper. Start praying about. Start speaking affirmations about it.

But, do it expectantly!

Ask with open hands!

A challenge—let’s dream big!

Be brave with me,

Liezel xx

Fat.

feel

the weight

of the word

in your mouth,

before you set it free

to cling to the skin

of another.

sometimes,

the smallest words

are the

heaviest

to carry.

—fat.

This poem is deeply personal.

Years ago I battled bulimia.

I have, ever since I can remember, been in a constant struggle to accept my body. Many of my poems reflect this, and the healing that I have since found, but the battle always rages within—anyone recovered from an eating disorder will tell you the same.

Today, I am deeply passionate about body-positivity and appreciating bodies of all sizes and shapes. I exercise because I love the feeling and I eat to be healthy.

My spirit was bent out of shape from the very first time I was called ‘fat’—I was about 5 years old, and that word followed me for most of my formative years.

When others stopped; I continued calling myself ‘fat’.

F a t.

It is such a small word, isn’t it? And yet, it is a heavy word to carry.

It marks you.

Leaves you standing there—naked under the scrutiny of the one who flung it your way.

I have so much to write on this topic. So, so much, but just for tonight—this—take care with this word. Feel its weight before you allow it to cling to the skin of another.

Or, yourself.

What we all need.

And isn’t this what every, single heart needs to know—needs to hear?

That we are wanted?

That we matter *so much* that if we were not here, there would be a gaping hole in the universe.

Tell the ones that you hold in your heart, that they are wanted.

Tell them over, and over, so that they will never forget.

And know this one thing—you are too.

would you tell

me,

just one more time,

that

i am wanted.

—what we all need.