Strength is Beauty

Hope.

Resilience.

Getting back up there .

Prove to my fellow haters (including myself as one)

That I am strong.

Strength is beauty

I see it

all the time.

I learned that I must get back up

I have legs.

And arms.

And a heart.

Strength is beauty.

There is strength in my legs.

There is strength in my arms.

There is strength in my heart.

Strength is beauty.

It's called growing up.

Less pouting and more

doing something about it.

Strength is beauty.

It takes strength  to not look back 

But forward is the only way I'm going.

Don't. Look. Back.

Strength is beauty.

I love myself.

However, I see imperfection.

But I see beauty.

Because strength is beauty.