Why should I love myself? Let’s dive in with fun,
For I am unique, a rare edition, second to none.
Graduated with honors, a brain quite something,
But still manage to trip over my own two feet.

From University halls to the classrooms I’ve led,
I’ve learned quite a lot, not just what books have said.
Special Ed to core subjects, I’ve taught with flair,
Even when my lesson plans fly above me and my students through the air.

In arguments, I’m a star, my emotions are tight,
Yet, I can’t seem to win when my jeans feel too tight.
Sensory panic the autistic embrace.
My dedication’s fierce, in every task I immerse,
But ask me to cook, and you might need a nurse.

A mentor, a tutor, a friend indeed,
With a heart so vast, I am a rare breed.
I’ve campaigned, I’ve coordinated, even made the Dean’s list,
And yet, finding my keys remains a mythical mist.

I laugh at my errors and embrace each mistake,
For each one’s a lesson, another step I must take.
In life’s moving theatre, I play many roles,
From educator to activist, I’ve scored a ton of goals.

Why love myself? For every stumble and stride,
For the courage to be me, without having to hide.
For my passion, my laughter, the joy I bring,
In this symphony of life, I’m truly the queen.

So here’s to self-love, in all its glory,
For I am the author of a powerful story.
A tale of struggle, of growth, of fun,
Yes, loving myself is a job in itself
As I am a pain in the ass to even myself.