I am beautiful.
Broken, battered, knocked down and bruised,
I am worthwhile.
With tears in my eyes and scars on my arms,
I deserve love.
Despite all that's behind me,
I will rise.
No matter what's ahead of me,
I will stand strong.
Regrets, guilts, doubts, fears,
I forgive myself.
Beat up and fragile, but willing to begin again,
I will break free.
Throwing off the self-made shackles,
I will fly.
No more looking down or looking back,
I will take chances.
Push the veil of the past aside and see,
I am beautiful.
- Journal entry 1/15/11
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