Genni Lee Hester


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Wait, Weight, Wait

Today I share a poem from my book memoirs of the am. May it both inspire you and help you find comfort during the holiday season. Enjoy every bite guilt-free… Wishing you and yours a very Happy Thanksgiving!

Wait, Weight, Wait

Just wait, before you finish your day,
The thought of pounds, your weight,
Will most likely come to mind.

Don’t worry; it’s part of the design.
I want to prosecute the crime of this confusion.

Showing size zeros;
Those with eating disorders.
Yet, providing innutritious food,
To those waiting to lose weight.

This constant debate in our society has us
Waiting to weigh in. With our money, time, and health.

Waiting for truth to weight-loss cannot be bought.
Just STOP eating what they tell you is good,
And follow your heart – set yourself apart.

Don’t weight.

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This Polluted Mind

It is the illusion that causes the pollution in our mind
Making us blind to who we are.

Very unkind, unrefined, this illusion of the mind.

Perception is a part of the design living in our material world.
Being a part of this lie.

– Metaphysics of the mind –
The lack of capability seems like an innocent crime.

The signs multiply, yet they are ignored. Tell me child,
Who is your lord?

Your perception is what it is: correct to you. What must you do?

Don’t change your thoughts or ideas. Burn them.

Burn it all and see what is left, but you can’t. Not even your vision will reappear.

You are no longer blind to the design; your mind is free
To imagine each and every single possibility.


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weight-loss, body image, and holiday expectations

Several of us struggle with body image; for some it is a chronic issue. Both societal and familial pressure is exacerbated during the holidays. Moreover, holiday gatherings centered around food may lead to intense frustration. As a yoga guide I work with students to bring awareness back to the physical body and appreciation for everything it can do rather than what expectations it may not perfectly fit. As a young female poet I have reflected on my own body image. Having the lived experience of being bombarded by all of the above has shaped both my personal and professional life. Today I share a poem from my book memoirs of the am. May it inspire you and help you find comfort during the holiday chaos. If you feel out-of-conrol regarding this topic, stop struggling and try a new approach. You can contact me for my online coaching sessions where we develop strategies together to overcome anxiety. Also, try the wonderful Gabrielle Bernstein’s Finally Full workshop (Click HERE for details).  Know that you have the power to change anything you are unhappy with. It is a choice, luckily there is help along the path.

Wait, Weight, Wait

Just wait, before you finish you day,
The thought of pounds, your weight, 
Will most likely come to mind. 

Don’t worry; it’s part of the design.
I want to prosecute the crime of this confusion. 

Showing size zeros;
Those with eating disorders.
Yet, providing innutritious food,
To those waiting to lose weight.

This constant debate in our society has us
Waiting to weigh in. With our money, time, and health.

Waiting for truth to weight-loss cannot be bought.
Just STOP eating what they tell you is good,
And follow your heart – set yourself apart. 

Don’t weight. 


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my first book

Five years ago today I published my first book, memoirs of the am.

I describe it as follows: “memoirs of the am is a collection of poetry I began writing out of a deep need to express my lived experience. It grapples with the realities of a first time voter in the 2008 election. It posits deep ethical and philosophical questions with a meditative tone.”

Although my next collection of poetry has taken a bit longer to write, I hope for it to be out late 2015 or early 2016. Until then, celebrate with me today and get your very own copy.

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take flight

Give me a bicycle, give me Central Park.
As if I were one of the child’s kites,
I will begin to talk flight.

Just a little speed is all we need,
To feel the lightness in our knees.

It is in our heart from the start.

Do a cartwheel, one back handspring.
Remembering that youthful feeling.

Imagine through all of this cynicism,
Exists this optimistic simplicity.

The idea just to be.


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regurgitation

Regurgitation of my food feels so much better
Than the regurgitation of your thoughts.

Education in not about memorization to make an A,
It is about critical analysis of who we are.
No child is left behind; to think for him or herself.

I REFUSE TO ACCEPT EDUCATION AS
REGURGITATION.

I have passed your test just to find out that I can pass a
test.
What good does this do me now that I am out?
What fairness and equality does this bring?
What autonomy can ever be achieved?

The answer to the last question is key.
Propaganda cannot be so easily bought
By those who know how to use their critical thought.

As I sit here and chew on all the multiple choices you
throw at me,
I have vividly begun to see why I want this regurgitated.
My education will be for my preservation;
My conscious thoughts are my one true haven.