I am changing
When I look in the mirror everyday I see someone who once was. Someone who once was ashamed of who they were.
When I look in the mirror, I see that I am afraid, Afraid of what you may ask?
Afraid of Change.
If I change, will I finally be who everyone expects me to be?
Will I finally be confident in myself to know what self worth is?
To you, it may be about looks.
But to me, it is who I am becoming on the inside.
I finally get to become comfortable with my flaws, I am happy to see what makes me different.
I am finally okay with being different.
I am okay with knowing that I stand out, good or bad.
I am changing and I will always change for the better.
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