This mourning I realized

I had bags below my eyes 

so I peered in the mirror 

hoping to see them clearer 

only to behold 

when I bent my stomach rolled 

I screamed out in dstress

when I glimpsed my hair: a kinky mess.

Then I tried on my jeans 

and my thighs clawed at the seams

thought i'd throw on a tee 

until, it sagged to my knee

so I peeled it off, and put on a dress

not to my surprise the zipper gave me a test

which I have to say I failed 

then glanced up at my face with no make up an wailed

at the point when I was most certainly finished 

my energy usurped, and my spirit diminished 

I decided to not go with the wind

realized the true prize was the beauty within 

and then I refused to be defined 

by the transparent size of a fasion line 

the girls on tv 

ain't got nothing on me 

can't hold a candle to my flame

i woke up like this....

Flaweless 

and of that i'm not ashameed