Oh to see myself
Through fog of rose colored glass
Not my minds harsh eye
To face a mirror
Not picking myself apart
Hating my pieces
To see only strength
Every curve, fold, or scar
A warrior's mark
To see my beauty
Both in the pieces I love
And pieces I hate
To see the progress
How much I have truly changed
How far from my shell
Oh to see myself
Through fog of rose colored glass
As I truly am
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