You have a garden in your bones and the universe on your skin
The spots on your face and scars on your knees aren't flaws
They are stars being born and stars that are slowly dying
You are not pretty, you are interesting
Mankind has made an entire subject about what you carry

And don't worry about hurting
The roses that are blooming inside you are just growing thorns
There are also vines that needed pruning
So on nights you don't feel spectacular, here's a vision:
A meadow teeming with life inside you