I am beautiful.

Time goes 

By

My reflection

Is different 

Than I remember. 

My heart is full

My soul

Feels healed. 

But still

My

Reflection says something else 

It says..

You are getting older.

I can see it.

It says your waist is not the same.

I can see it. 

I know what I 

Want to do. 

But I won't 

Allow myself 

To.  That life 

Was hard. 

It was empty

Hard 

And 

It was full 

Of hate. 

Your room

Has so many 

Mirrors 

It's so hard 

Not 

To see 

My 

Imperfections. 

So I slip 

Into my 

Nightgown.  

I whisper

To myself...

You are beautiful.    

As I read my 

Book I keep saying 

It to myself.  

This was a hard day...

But I made

It through.

And

I 

Am

Beautiful.