I am Me.
I am unsure.
I hesitate every action I take.
I am insecure.
I question every word I make.
These words are so small,
Yet so bold, so confining.
I may be unsure and insecure
I may be brought to my knees
With crippling anxiety
And cruel thoughts that
I conjure on my own….
But what I am…?
I am happy.
Because I've learned to love
I am happy and I am smiling,
Because I am loved.
I am confident.
Because despite the pain
Despite my tears
The sleepless nights
I've learned to love myself,
Regardless of my scars and flaws
I am me,
I am strong
And I am beautiful
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