Who Am I

I used to find my worth in the mirror
I used to believe the cover girl lies
I used to care what others were thinking
when they looked at me through half empty eyes

The dresses I wore never quite fit
My style was not the season’s fad
The way my hair swept over my forehead
only made me look not quite so bad

The scale could cause my mood to swing
A belt notch tighten my loosely held grip
An undeserved bite of an ice cream
could put me on a full day guilt trip

‘till one day it occurred to me
that I was more than the lies
My kinder heart and stronger will
was more important than my size

The truth about the best of me
of spirit, style and grace
I’d hidden behind too many times
the lipstick applied to my face

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