I didn't love myself.
I couldn't love someone else because I didn't love myself.
I wanted to love my body the same way I despised it. I wanted to take pride in my character the same way I was ashamed of it.
But my dear sweetheart,
If only you knew...
You were born with eyes that hide the unspoken burdens of pain,
With a mouth that sings nothing but sweet songs
Ears that listen and hear the softest whispers of help
A heart that loves the broken
If you're too blinded to find beauty in that,
Find beauty in the delicate color of your skin
Find beauty in the size of your thighs
And the roundness of your chest
Find beauty in the sway of your hips
Find beauty in the hairs on your body
Find beauty in the unique features of your face.
Don't seek it from the insignificant compliments of others.
Or from the warped reflection of society's expectations on you
Don't seek it from the boys who don't see its essence
Or from the girls who throw it around
Beauty is beautiful
Find it.
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia.
RomanceShe was beautiful, not in the way she looked or acted, but in the way she thought. She was a beautiful thinker.
