Meghan Markle's Positively Profane Favorite Poem Breaks Royal Rules!

Meghan Markle is still a rule breaker — and also still a force for f**king good!

As part of her job guest editing the September issue of British Vogue, the Duchess of Sussex used the opportunity to share with readers one of her favorite poems.

Notably the work contains a single F-bomb.

As you may know, cursing is frowned upon among the Royals, whose language rules are extremely strict. Believe it or not, according to Royal etiquette experts, they aren’t even supposed to be heard using common words like “toilet” and “dinner.”

So Meghan couldn’t even read the darn thing in public!

However, the poem in question isn’t some bawdy limerick; it has a rather uplifting message.

A Note From The Beach, by Matt Haig, is an easy-to-read free verse work imagining the beach as a sort of anthropomorphized entity with a rather unique point of view.

As the conceptual being shares a few secrets with the reader, it imparts an important message about body positivity — or more accurately body acceptance — couched in a less self-obsessed mindset.

But you should probably just check it out for yourself.

As Meghan says in her introduction in the issue:

“A personal favourite and the best reminder during the summer season… or any season, as a matter of fact.”

So without further ado, A Note From The Beach:

Hello. I am the beach.
I am created by waves and currents.
I was made of eroded rocks.
I exist next to the sea.
I have been around for millions of years.
I was around at the dawn of life itself.
And I have to tell you something.

I don’t care about your body.
I am a beach.
I literally don’t give a f**k.
I am entirely indifferent to your body mass index.
I am not impressed that your abdominal muscles are visible to the naked eye.
I am oblivious.

You are one of 200,000 generations of human beings.
I have seen them all.
I will see all the generations that come after you, too.
It won’t be as many. I’m sorry.
I hear the whispers the sea tells me.
(The sea hates you. The poisoners. That’s what it calls you. A bit melodramatic, I know. But that’s the sea for you. All drama.)

And I have to tell you something else.
Even the other people on the beach don’t care about your body.
They don’t.
They are staring at the sea, or they are obsessed with their own appearance.
And if they are thinking about you, why do you care? Why do you humans worry so much about a stranger’s opinion?
Why don’t you do what I do? Let it wash all over you. Allow yourself to just be as you are.
Just be.
Just beach.