Adornment Stories

[Cover: Drawn by EHMforJESUS] Do you feel like you're the ugliest person on earth? Are you being bullied because of the way you look? Are your flaws and insecurities make you hate yourself? Do you curse and hate God for creating you the way you are? Have you tried taking your own life just to end the pain that you are feeling because of the insults you had received from people who hate your appearance? My friend, here is a collection of poems that I have written to remind you that you are beautiful. You are wonderfully created by God. This world's standard is far from the standards that God has in mind when He molds you while you were still inside your mother's womb. Yes, it is hard to believe that you are beautiful when most of the people around you are saying the exact opposite. But if you really want to be happy, you can start from yourself. See the beauty in you that most people have never seen. Show them that their words will never define you. My friend, you have to be the first person to see and realize what true beauty is. I have heard the most insulting words that I could ever hear. I have felt so worthless and unloved. I have questioned God numerous times because I hate why He even created me. But He is also the one who healed my deepest wounds. He is the reason why I can genuinely smile today and accept myself. I am beautiful. I don't need a second opinion on that. Dear, there's so much more to life than the way we look. See the beauty in you and in the people that surround you. Your true beauty is inside you. It is far more beautiful than mere mortal eyes can see. YOU ARE A TRUE BEAUTY.

~ "You can't hide everything from me Charlotte." Harry stated, while lifting his shirt over his head, his muscles flexing in the process of it. "What are you talking about?" I raised a single eyebrow, putting up a confused face. My palms starting to sweat, because deep down, I knew exactly what he was talking about. "Don't give me that shit!" Harry slammed his hand against the oak wood wardrobe. I subconsciously started chewing on the inside of my cheek. "You know exactly what I'm talking about." Harry turned to look at me. His jeans hung dangerously low, curls crowded his forehead, as he peered at me through his long lashes. "I promise, no man will ever, and I mean ever, touch, or hurt you," Harry sauntered slowly over to me, "and I'll stop at nothing to keep that promise." He placed his hand on my cheek, caressing it tenderly. I looked up to his face meeting his gaze. Looking deep into his eyes I saw nothing but truth, and pure adornment. "I know." I breathed out before he lowered himself to my level, looking into my eyes before pressing his lips to mine. "Fuck Char, I love you." ~