i often think about what it would be like if i was beautiful
to be beautiful
i often think about what beautiful is
is beautiful a face?
a body?
i often used to think that to be beautiful was to be perfect
but now I can't help but think beautiful is the opposite
beautiful is sad, broken
beautiful lifted herself up
beautiful created herself
beautiful saw her flaws as beautiful and used them as her weapons
i often thought about how I could become beautiful
until I realized that I make the definition of beautiful
and beautiful isn't perfect
to be beautiful is to be strong
to be beautiful is to create self worth
to be beautiful is to fall in love with breathing
to be beautiful is to make each day worth it
all this time I dwelled on how to become beautiful
when really
I was beautiful all along
-to be beautiful you must grow.
-we were always beautiful.
-sometimes untold.
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Poésielost thoughts hoping to find a home on paper. (And with that she found her worth was more then a feeling) **new to this whole writing thing. **the feedback means the most xxx ***if you ever need to talk my inbox is open:)
