I celebrate myself by Walt Whitman

I really like this poem because it makes you celebrate yourself. Something we seldom do fearing we become narcicists or selfish. However, it is necessary - to celebrate one's self, to love one's self and appreciate one's self. We are our own's worst critics, we should also be our biggest fans.
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I CELEBRATE myself;
And what I assume you shall assume;
For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my Soul;
I lean and loafe at my ease, observing a spear of summer grass. 5

Houses and rooms are full of perfumes—the shelves are crowded with perfumes;
I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and like it;
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.

The atmosphere is not a perfume—it has no taste of the distillation—it is odorless;
It is for my mouth forever—I am in love with it; 10
I will go to the bank by the wood, and become undisguised and naked;
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.
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from Leaves of Grass. 1900
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