At twenty,

Rumor was I was pretty

With glittery silver and pink makeup

And the feeling at 106 pounds I was chubby.

Quick judgement at forty

Bloated marshmallow face

And acne scars;

Wrinkles forming more with

Each squint, smile.

Covet winsome lines that make me a beautiful

Soul, etched by thoughts of hope, gentleness, and prayer.

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