Freedom

Once upon a time

I was not me

I  lived only to please

I would run and race, almost everyday

And while doing all of this

 I had to look a certain way

Thinner, smarter, sexier and slick

A mother, lover, worker and daughter

I pushed and I pull myself this way and that

Thinking my only value was attached to my look

To the size of my waist, my wage packet and dinner on the table for six

In front of a mirror I now sit, a little wider, older and wiser

Freedom has put a smile on my face

The beauty I now see comes from with-in