Last Sunday was the day,
The day I woke up happy.
I didn’t have those dreams I have come to fear.
I wore my hair down and even let it curl.
I stared in the mirror that morning,
But not nitpicking at my so called “flaws”.
I put on no make up
and smiled at my bare face.
I put on my only summer dress
and pulled on my dirty gray sneakers.
That was the day I found out I was beautiful.
The scars on my legs became faded
and the tears I usually saw rushing down my cheeks were gone.
Scars were just ghosts of pain from the past.
That was the day I found out I was beautiful,
that was the day I was at peace
