WLS Poem

I think this poem gives us all a little more inspiration The Woman in the Mirror Walking past the mirrored glass, I take a timid peek, I see a woman staring back, I'm too choked up to speak. The puffiness, at last, is gone, The skin is pink and glowing, The many pounds that melted off, Finally, is showing. Hard to believe, till recently, This same woman was dying, Stuffing food to ease the pain, Heartbroken and 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 the 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, She has good cause to be so pleased, She's finally been set free. Author Unknown

That's a grest poem Jaci...it gave me goose bumps.

Jaci! Thanks for posting that! It sure was needed today since I have hit my first stall and needed some encouraging words. It reminds me that I have been blessed with the chance of having the WLS, that many others arent able to have and given a second chance. Thanks again! Sue

Man, Jaci, if I was a crier, I would be bawling! So beautiful! Thanks SO MUCH for sharing it! Love and hugs, Jersey

Jaci~ That was wonderful....it brought tears to my eyes. Thanks for posting that. Dawn PS: I'm hoping the part about making love doesn't apply to you yet!!

LOL!! It doesn't!

Hey Jaci!!! Beautiful M'am!!!! Alejandro from Guadalajara Mexico