In my Skin
For a long time, I was not comfortable in my skin. I was too tall, too thin, I just did not fit in. One day, I told a close friend that I was ugly, She said, "I better never hear you say that again." When I got sick, the feeling was compounded. My smile never left, but the fire inside of me was quenched. I didn't look healthy. I was frail and thin because of health issues. But the thing that I had to fight the most wasn't my body, it was the thoughts within. Would the agony ever end? Since that day, I have been on a journey to love myself in my skin. Not changing with every fad, Not wearing much makeup. I prefer cardigans and tanks to mini dresses. I have never wanted to be the center of attention. I finally love me for me, In spite of what I've said and done. Now when I look at myself in the mirror, I am content. I know I will never be like the images in magazines. That's okay. I am imperfectly me.