Ever Changing

That very question used to leave me paralyzed.

"Who am I?"

Despicable is what I used to think of myself. I'd poke and prod the only parts of myself left in tact after a past of bumps and bruises both in and outside of myself.

Who am I? I am that paragraph and so much more.

I am still standing,

Though I've been knocked down.

I am thriving,

Though I've been completely numb.

I am strong,

Though my strength has been tested.

I am beautiful,

Though my past isn't.

I am loved.

The darkest parts of myself have had light shed upon them, they've been seen and accepted along with the light.

This question, it excites me now! Who am I?

I am whole. I am complete.

I am my soul, my mind, and my body.

I'm me.

When I look in the mirror, I see the person I've always wanted to become.