by Ana Choi

Created on: August 30, 2008

Contemplating at the mirror,
Small and chubby thing I saw,
Different and inadequate I felt,
Is that me? Is this me?

What was me though?
Sweet and naive,
Meek and shy,
Never questioning why.

That was me,
Good and kind,
Correct and blind,
Suffering was my right.

But that is all gone,
For today I am strong,
Sweet but shrewd,
Shy face with bold heart,
Kind but not weak,
Rational but optimistic.

Who I was paved who I am,
All of this came with a price,
That of facing strife,
And yet remaining lite !

Contemplating at the mirror,
Small and curvy thing I see,
Proud to be,
This is me! This is me !

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