I used to stare at the mirror hating what I saw.
The stretch marks, the hair on my body, my hip dips, and my face.
But now I love those imperfections because without them I wouldn't be me.
I now smile at the mirror embracing what I have been given.
I am beautiful. I am worthy. I am strong. I am me.
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Know Your Worth
Poetry2020 was a year we all want to forget. I have always loved poetry but never practiced, scared I would fail and not be satisfied with my work. I have also been extremely insecure about myself for the longest time, but this year I am determined to lea...
