Hey you, yes you, the girl who used to hide,
Behind the fear she felt inside.
You stared at mirrors, the reflection uncomfortable.
You questioned why love felt so unreachable.

You thought your worth came from your size,
You counted flaws, ignored your eyes.
But even then, beneath that doubt,
The light in you was waiting to be let out.

You traced every flaw like a roadmap of pain,
Filling the silence with hopes made in vain.
Pushed kindness away, called it a bluff,
Never seeing that you were more than enough.

You were easy to love, but
The old wounds you carried
Built walls around hope
That your heart always buried.

The weight that was heavy finally fell to the floor,
But what you gained was so much more.
A stronger voice, a steadier breath,
A love that stayed, not one that left.

My own is strong and fearless
It has scars but is fearless.
It has been silenced and shooed.
But now stands tall and renewed.

My own is purposeful and unique.
It tells a story that has made its peak.
It shines light into those who are weak and provides words for those who cannot speak.

My own is beautiful and bold.
It has depth and is precious as gold.
It seeks value and truth.
The love of my own can never be renewed.

My own is my voice. It’s my weapon of choice.
Sometimes misunderstood but protected from all the noise.
It’s powerful and worthy, standing out no matter the journey.

Always pondering on where marks were made.
Never wanting to feel betrayed.
My own fills dark rooms with light
Something that will be worth the fight.