Sometimes I wonder what people see

when they do chance to look at me

are they really looking at me

or

just looking at what they want to see?

do they really see the real me?


physical appearances can so deceive

and belie the depth and quality of who you see

How do I present myself?

with make up and a facade?

Glamorous eyes and ruby lips

or natural and honest ?

with lines on the face but smile lines of course!


They cannot see the scars deep inside,

hidden from view of all

But those scars are also beautiful

as they are the road that has brought me this far


The road has been long

self discovery slow

48 kilos of blubber gone

but self esteem is slowly blooming

self worth is growing, and belief is stronger


I am who I am

I can be no other

I cannot and will not be what others see

I can and will only be me

Me who is special

Me who is kind

Me who believes in the good in others

Me who also know the bad exists

but that it can not and should not win


I am free to be me

but it is up to me to be true to who I am