Thank You, J.T.

I used to look into the mirror
And gag in disgust.
Couldn't stand the sight of me,
Make-up was a must.
 
I'd slide the silver
Across my arms,
Hoping to add confidence
To my charms.
 
From wide ruled to college,
I thought I'd found the cure.
Until I had reached my limit,
All I could endure.
 
The night I found my sense,
I knew to face my fear.
I found myself standing
Across the bathroom mirror.
 
I gave myself a long look,
And then began to think...
"Who's this fine woman I see?"
While giving myself a wink.

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