-Pretty-

-poem-

I stared at a mirror last night
My own words crossing my mind
Thinking of all the girls they called pretty
And as much as it does sound petty
I looked at the reflection
And felt grief ...
Maybe I wasn't good enough?
Good enough for love or fame

But as I looked again, I felt remorseful
How could I feel so pitiful?
I was meant to love myself
To cherish me, before all things
My body needed my love first
And All I saw was the flaws
The flaws that made me flawless
Scars that my body proved to overcome
Bruises healed, those I thought could never
I looked at myself and I smiled,
For the first time in awhile,
My creator had made me with purpose,
And not surprisingly I was a masterpiece,
Molded by all I thought were inequalities,
And I try each day,
To see myself in a better way,
To see the beauty in others,
Never questioning my own,
Because I deserve to love me first,

So tonight I'll stare into the mirror again,
Ready for what my reflection will be,
An image of perfection,
An image worthy of love,
And when I do,
I'll prove it to myself,
I'm more pretty than can be,
And I don't need to see it in writing to believe,
No longer need someone to tell me,
That my creator created me beautiful,
That my heart and me in and out is lovely,
Because as it turns out,
I was pretty, I am pretty and yes, my dear , we all simply are pretty.