As I sit here perfectly comfortable.
A woman perfectly comfortable in her own skin.
I smile because I know it wasn't always quite like this.
For before I saw nothing but imperfections that needed to be fixed.
My smile turned upside down by life and listening to everybody else's voices instead of the inner me.
I just couldn't see my own inner beauty smiling back at me.
My outer beauty was becoming fogged over by my own self-hatred like a beautiful sunny day becomming fogged over by a dreary cloudy day.
There was no peace or self love in site.
Until one day I truly open my beautiful blue eyes.
My baby blues no longer clouded by self-doubt could see, as far as the eyes could see.
Skies the limit was nerver heard or thought of as this beautiful Franchy Rose began blossoming.
Now I learned to love myself and all the imperfections that is me.
I'm beautiful.
We all are beautiful in all of our imperfections.
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