She sees what no one else can
When she looks at her self
Of her figure she's no fan
These last few pounds have been her hell
She hopes for a brighter future
With the perfect size six waist
And no one can ever suture
Hell's wounds that she has faced
To her she is a monster
To others the saving grace
She is a tired impostor
And so much more than a pretty face
She wears her scars like badges
Showing her battles with pride
And I hope with a little magic
She'll learn she won't have to hide
Because she is always beautiful
No matter what she feels
And I will gladly be there
To help her as she heals
I will give her hope
In the darkest days
And I just hope she knows
The dark will surely fade