For years I had it.
Feeling beautiful.
Being beautiful.
Having beautiful.
It didn’t matter what my size.
I was beautiful, sexy, me.
Until I met one person who told me I had a skinny girl attitude and I needed to realize I was fat.
That same person then talked me into getting off all my mental health meds and then tried to get me signed into the state mental health hospital. Thankfully I’m a veteran so it didn’t work.
Now years later I cling to my self esteem. I’m starting to feel beautiful again. I won’t allow anyone to talk me into getting off my meds again.
I had it before.
Now I have it again.
Beautiful