I Thought, I Saw, I Conquered
I was broken.
Shattered.
Damaged.
Worthless.
I was nothing.
I had nothing.
I was alone, scared,
Afraid to face my biggest fear.
I looked in the mirror
With a sight I only thought I could imagine.
My reflection showed perfection;
Perfection like no other.
It showed beauty that radiated,
Beauty that is rare,
Beauty that I should accept.
From that, I gained the courage
To say what was needed.
One day, I conquered my biggest fear;
The fear I held back with tears.
With confidence,
With lifted spirits,
I said,
"I am beautiful."
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