Am I Beautiful?
Am I beautiful i ask myself when i look into the mirror
almost as though i should say "mirror, mirror on the wall"
i criticize my body in the mirror
i first look at my hair; blonde but not blonde; brown but not brown
its wavy in places but straight in others
i then look at my eyes; green at some points; then blue at other points
they seem to almost cut into your soul
i then look at my stomach
muscles show i have a six pack as some have said but all i see are scars
i then look at my arms and legs longer than normal
my legs have scars yet i show them for they have plenty of muscle
i turn and look at my profile
skinny like that of a runner or dancer
then i look at my back
covered in scars from the past from when i was young and wild
though i still am young only a teenager
i am only a teenager
only a teenager yet i ask myself am i beautiful
i have worked all my life to stay in shape and not be the one called fat
my mom walked in when i was criticizing my body
she pulled me close and answered the question that i had been asking myself
i am beautiful in my own way