Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Poetry: Identity

When I look in the mirror,
what do I see?
A beautiful face?
A beautiful me?

I never saw it coming,
the outside to match the in.
Who thought it could happen?
That I could find the strength from within.

This once frizzy, curly hair,
is now controlled and straight.
This much rounder face,
is thinner and narrow
This once non-existent waist,
is now noticeable.

Two years of hard work,
have gotten me where I am today.
From unhappy,
to healthy.

Anything is possible,
only if you believe.
The ugly duckling,
is now the beautiful me.

This is now,
my identity.


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