Grimace at the mirror

Squint my eyes, scrunch up my nose,

Look closely

What I see- spots

Spots of all kinds

Acne scars,

A freckle here and there,

A mole or two,

A weirdly shaped birthmark,

Little bumps and marks.

How I feel-

Ugly.

Marked up.

Weird.

Out of place.

Scarred.

Then I realize, all these bumps and shapes and marks,

They are a part of me. They make me special. They make me unique.

How I feel-

Special.

Proud.

Happy.

Beautiful.