There once was a girl hailed from Dallas

Who had nary a bone made of malice.

But she started to brood

for perception was skewed

and as such her heart began to callous.

The result was she focused on flaws

in herself and then searched for the cause

so she could correct

any perceived defect

instead of embracing the laws

of the Universe which accepts her as whole…

down to every last freckle and mole.

It knows that beneath

her stained crooked teeth

is a heart largely made of pure gold.

So she began to stop watching her weight;

ceased obsessing o’er things that she ate.

She often bit her lip

Or made a smart quip

And refused to let others dictate

her desire to express gratitude

for all blessings in spite of her mood.

She gave thanks for stretch marks

and began to embark

on a life with faith freshly renewed.

No more cursing those hairs that were straight

which in turn helped shut down the debate

that biting her nails

might imply that she failed

in turn freeing up time to create.

She gave thanks every day she got dressed

for big feet and a (somewhat) small chest.

She began dressing girly

for it was still way too early

to stop giving life all of her best.

So if you find that you’re feeling quite stressed

or at times maybe even depressed;

it might sound cockamamie

but take it from Amy

try counting the ways you are blessed.

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