I am not my body.
The width of my arms do not translate how big my soul is.
I may look like a twig fallen from Charlie Brown's Christmas tree
But inside, I'm a galaxy expanding like space itself.
You are not your body.
You are not your concrete imperfections.
Nothing physical could ever represent your true appearance.
The next time that you're with someone,
Close your eyes and look at them.
And see their true form in your mind.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
I am not my body.
The width of my arms do not translate how big my soul is.
I may look like a twig fallen from Charlie Brown's Christmas tree
But inside, I'm a galaxy expanding like space itself.
You are not your body.
You are not your concrete imperfections.
Nothing physical could ever represent your true appearance.
The next time that you're with someone,
Close your eyes and look at them.
And see their true form in your mind.
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