Today I am grateful for the reflection I see,

Through wrinkles and age spots, I am still me.

The poet of a teenager with a heart that is pure,

I share words of gratitude as my own mental cure.

I look at my image and my perfect size eight,

Yet magazine photos can cause inner hate.

I might have a muffin top and larger thighs,

Is that fairly judged, to just rely on my size?

I like brownies and adore chocolate fudge.

If I enjoy pleasure must I carry a grudge?

To walk around with voices of regret and sorrow,

How will I live happily with all my tomorrow's?

Whatever your weight and your own inner thoughts,

Please be kind to yourself and untie the knots.

Remember to smile when you see yourself back,

Be grateful for what you have and not what you lack!