The puffiness, at last, is gone,
The skin is pink and glowing;
The many pounds that melted off,
Finally, are showing.

Hard to believe as I look at her,
That she was slowly dying;
Stuffing food to ease the pain,
Trying to keep from crying.

Life revolved around each snack,
She lived for every meal;
Anything to numb the hurt,
She didn't want to feel.

When did she get so pretty?
When did God remove the grief?
How did this miracle happen?
Who provided relief?

What a gift! A second chance!
I thank God every day;
For His grace in showing me,
There IS a better way.

I walk, I dance, I make love too,
My heart is filled with gladness;
I'm out of bondage, out of pain,
There is no room for sadness.

This woman in the mirror,
Smiles softly back at me;
The woman in the mirror,
Has finally been set free.