Standing here now, I only have one thought in mind, “I am not who I once used to be.”
The reflection staring back in the mirror is strikingly different these many years later.
My rich chocolate skin is now a tad darker,
Processed hair now transitioned to locs,
Slim shape graduated to thick and curvy,
A complete sign of evolution.
Peeling off the layers of clothing like the layers of my past that I fought so hard to overcome is like a weight lifting to finally reveal what I have been waiting so long to see.
My naked truth.
A truth I had so long hidden with baggy clothes that gave me the ability to physically feel all the years of self doubt and hated that society inflicted on me internally.
Taking years and years of my life as I sat through therapy learning that I am not the problem.
But now I get.
Right here in this moment, in all my glory, I can smile.
And it is genuine.
Because I have overcame and silenced the noise of all those who don’t matter.
I have finally learned to love me.