The Truth About Me

The Truth About Me short poem

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The Truth About Me.. Once upon a time I was an
active woman with physical and mental tenacity

The Truth About Me.. As a Plus Size woman.. I still
knew who I was and didn’t let that get in the way

The Truth About Me.. I continued to feel different
inside, but never told anyone

The Truth About Me.. I gave birth, when I thought
there was no chance

The Truth About Me.. Suddenly life had more meaning
and purpose

The Truth About Me.. I loved and lived through
heartache

The Truth About Me.. I conquered weight loss and
regained my passion for living

The Truth About Me.. Life challenges increased by the
minute, leaving me empty inside

The Truth About Me.. The chronic pain is slowly
chipping away at my sanity

The Truth About Me..I feel robbed OF MY COURAGE
TO PUSH THROUGH!!

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