Fw: Standing Tall by P.

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This is awesome! You are talented with the pen, girl! I don't know why it didn't go through the first time, but I am so glad you shared it with us. It is worthy of another posting...

Patty

"Standing Tall" I feel deceived some days, some times all alone, Don't want to answer the door today, can't listen to the phone. Will I ever get better? Will this be my fate? All I can do, it seems is to pray, detox and wait. I have been to many doctors, had so many needles, trials, and tests. Always being told-"Your implants didn't make this mess!" Confused, in denial, blaming the sad girl in the mirror, Sometimes wondering what tomorrow, will bring to my worst fears. There are sad gloomy days, when my body feels out of touch, Quiet moments looking back, remembering my naive trust. Was told they were safe- "Simply water bags that's all." And then I had them stuffed, deep into my chest cavity wall. There they sat- unwelcomed, infested and breeding.... As my body tried so hard, it kept fighting, kicking, and breathing. Then the day came years later, when my health seemed to shut down. My body couldn't take any more, and the medical bills began to mound. Round and round, it seemed my distorted path started to take, Body chills, depression, thyroid disorders, my body seemed to shake. And then some friends led me to a doctor, who would change my life. Can I trust her? Really? A doctor? In this most important plight? Early in the warm morning, on a journey far from home, They were pulled from behind my breasts, to sit there all alone. On that shiny table, they sat discarded and worthless. And at that moment, I know my body finally let out a breath. A sigh of relief, a beautiful simple moment of peace, That those things were truly never mine to keep. And now, the sad days are getting shorter, and gaining more light. As I realize my life has truly begun now, and I put up a good fight. Will I ever be awarded money or righteous justice that's due to me? No, never will I see a copper penny of that dirty hypocrisy. But, I know that I have won in my own battle, with God by my side, He is saddened with what I have went through, yet proud with tears in His eyes. Daily healing my poor battered body from all those abusive toxic years, And telling me I am BEAUTIFUL, no matter what size I wear. I know if I can get through this in life, I have mastered it all, And I will never again look at myself as unworthy or small. Because I am a true woman, this I have learned... Standing strong, standing proud, and standing tall. P.