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In a world where beauty's often measured and defined,  
A girl at twenty, had dreams intertwined,  
She sought about change, a shape to embrace,  
But little did she know, it would alter her grace.  

Every glance in the mirror, she’d sigh,  
She longed for the curves, the world defined.
Then came the implants, a promise of light,  
A chance to feel whole, to finally feel right,  
But the joy was fleeting, as symptoms arose,  Beneath the surface of beautiful flesh, her whole body ached.

Her headaches and pains made life hard to take.  Suicide sometimes seemed the easiest escape.

All the strange illnesses that whispered in her ears loved to perform in the shadows of her fears
With a weak immune system and pains so severe  shed scream "Let me just die! "to the heavens about but it wasn't her time, she couldn't give up. 
She wore her struggles like a cloak made of fear,  
Each day a battle, each moment unclear.  

Years rolled on, twenty-seven in tow,  
With every new ache, her spirit felt low,  
Yet deep in her heart, a flicker remained,  
A hope for a future, unchained and unfeigned.  

She scheduled the surgery, her heart in a twist,  
What would she look like? Would she cease to exist?  
The implants, her armor, her identity’s thread,  
But the thought of release filled her heart with dread.  

With courage she stepped into the bright, sterile room,  
A leap into freedom, away from the gloom,  
As the surgeon worked gently, she felt a release,  
A shedding of burdens, a whisper of peace.  

And when she emerged, a new dawn in her eyes,  
The reflection before her, a beautiful surprise,  
No longer defined by the weight she had borne,  
She blossomed like flowers, anew she was born.  

With each passing day, her health found its way,  
The headaches subsided, the aches turned to play,  
A vibrant young woman, with laughter and light,  
No longer a shadow, she danced into night.  

Her journey was long, but the lessons were clear,  
True beauty is found when we shed all our fear,  
In the mirror she saw not just curves, but her soul,  
A radiant spirit, finally whole.  

So here’s to the girl who dared to be free,  
To embrace her own self, to finally see,  
That beauty’s not measured by what’s on the skin,  
But the strength of the heart, and the joy found within.
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