A Fighter

I never realized who I was,
until I had no choice but to see.
I am strong,
a fighter and a survivor.
I was abused,
laughed at and hurt.
Yet still,
here I am today.
I never loved myself,
but always should have.
I am not perfect,
nor will I ever be.
I have scars,
physical and emotional.
I am not skinny,
nowhere near a model type body.
I have a few mental illnesses,
depression is one to be exact.
But I am still a fighter,
and will continue to fight.