I am a Masterpiece

I am a masterpiece.

You would never guess by simply looking at me.

I am more abstract.

At a first glance all you see is an overweight, young woman,

Striving to find acceptance within herself.

The next layer provides nothing spectacular.

A broken, twisted spine.

Scars and remains of several injuries procured over the years.

Deeper still displays a mind destroyed by years of mental anguish.

Depression masks a terrible self-image and self-worth.

Even here you can find scars from pain, years in the making.

A fear of abandonment dominates my thoughts.

Constant fear of losing those I love most.

All of these aspects of myself,

While terribly bleak,

Create a masterpiece.

While abstract, it is still beautiful.

I am still beautiful.

These deformities and scars create something.

Something no one has ever seen before.

I am an original.

I am one of a kind.

This makes me beautiful.