You told me once, of my inherent ugliness
That I was a "fat"
That I was "prideful"
That I was "vain"
That I was "headstrong"
That I was "flawed"
That I was "unloveable"
You aimed to crush me, for your own pleasure and gain
But I knew better, for I realized
What you were really saying, you hate my joy, and I loathe you have it
For I am ugly on my insides, and wish you unrest
I took your words, and threw them to a fire
And walked along my path
With my "fat"
"pride"
"vainity"
"confidence"
"flaws"
With joy on my cheeks, and grace, in my heart