Before the surgery, the weight was real,
A burden carried, too heavy to conceal.
A body that didn't feel quite right,
A battle fought in silent nights.
The mirror's reflection felt so wrong,
A whisper inside that didn't belong.
The hope was steady, but the fear was strong,
Would I be seen? Would I feel whole all along?
Before the surgery, I held my breath,
Not knowing what would come, not knowing the depth.
But a quiet promise whispered within,
That this was the beginning, not the end.