She walks with her head held high,
Without fear of the future,
Letting the insults and rude comments,
Brush off her shoulder like a child going down a slide.
She flies on her self-worth and dignity,
Every step more powerful than another.
When she looks in the mirror,
the picture becomes a lot clearer:
That she loves herself,
Her image, her personality, her body, even on the highest shelf.
The girl I see, I wish was me.
I hope that someday, someway,
I'll be able to say, "I love me for me and I'm exactly who I'm supposed to be."