Beauty Is?

For many years I walked the earth frail in comparison to many. Slender and sleek I thought I appeared and pleasant when I speak.

But told by many how sick and empty of my frame and upkeep. Never beautiful or needed.

My self esteem quivered and shook and I was left defeated.

But when the wind blew my footing didn’t leave me stranded.

In a battle of strength these bones have placed a victory. I can’t be handled.

Over many praises of beauty many I use to seek.

Now know no matter big or small fat or sleek

My strength is more important than the lbs in whispers they speak.

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