Sitting on the warm hard tiles engulfed with water and soap

Pondering about life and all of its hope

The water stops and the door swings open

Only to reveal a provoking commotion

Steam rises on the walls of my surroundings

As a new idea hit me that was very confounding

There was a monster in the mirror that I did not recognize

A certain kind of beast that society would despise

I had fed the hunger for years and years

Never denying it because of shear fear

I changed my lifestyle from that day forward

Because I was tired of feeling like... I was cornered

It took me my whole life to finally understand

That I deserved to be comfortable with who I am

Who knew the true power… of sitting in a shower?

March 24th, 2010

I stepped into the fitness world and haven't looked back since


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