This morning when I woke up, I sensed that something changed.
But it was nothing I could see, nothing was rearranged.
For some unexplainable reason, when I looked into the mirror, even though the image was the same, I could see myself a little clearer.
My hair was just as frizzy, but it didn't matter, it's just hair.
And I still had curves in all the wrong places, but for some reason I didn't care.
Then there were my braces.
They beautifully shone in the light.
And for once I liked my freckles, though I never imagined I might.
For once I felt just perfect, like I finally looked the part.
And I realized the change wasn't outside, but rather in my heart.
-Mary Davis
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Chicken Soup For The Soul- Redone
PoetryI'm not sure how many of you, if any, have ever read or even heard of the chicken soup for the soul book series. I used to love reading them and I own several of them. With that being said, I am making a collection of all my favorite poems that I've...
