Self love is annoying like a nagging Jewish mother
When I was a kid I'd lie about brushing my teeth
I'd even WET THE TOOTHBRUSH
And still not brush
I also used to click the sound of the seatbelt buckle and STAY UNSTRAPPED
Tiny rebellions
Against myself
That felt like grand rebellions
Against The Authority
The Authority that was never With Me
Just nagging me from the other room
This is how to be Safe Healthy Happy, Rachael
This is how!
(While we slam-door-curse horrid anger balls at each other)
I am here now
In my own room
And no one's nagging me
Except the posters of positivity
I've made for myself
Out of desperation
To protect the parts of myself
I've managed to cherish
This is not a lie of a poem
This is not just wetting the brush
This is what happens with no double-standard nagging:
Teeth rot
Impact hits
You learn for yourself
The importance of hygiene
And helmets
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