Anger to Beauty

I had gone through my adolescent and teen years with my head hung low—

a sign of lost confidence.

Would things ever get better?

I doubted it and

accepted my miserable life for what it was.

My mind had drawn in on itself, sealing me within it, introverted—

a sign of lost confidence.

Would I ever be like those girls?

I couldn’t imagine myself in such a state and

tried to accept my excess weight.

I failed.

I have turned this pain—

this anger at myself—into something beautiful.

I am losing; I am energetic; I am slowly getting healthy.

I couldn’t imagine myself in such a state and

am glad this is finally happening.

I will succeed.

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A/N: This is my first try at poetry in a loooong time. I hope it's okay. :) I have a poetry reading at school to thank for the inspiration. Please review, and thanks for looking!