"I'm not pretty" You say as someone compliments you. "I'm not pretty" You say as you step on the scale. "I'm not pretty" You say as you try on those new pants. "I'm not pretty" You say as you leave to go on that date. "I'm not pretty..."
...Yes. You are. My dear, you are wrong. When was the last time you've really seen yourself Past that *one pimple and the stretch marks on your legs?
You seem to have overlooked That sparkle in your eyes When you talk about something you love.
Or how graceful your fingers are as they skim the keys of the piano, as they run down your arms clasping your elbows and your back arches forward when you're embarrassed.
Or your skin, that could easily rival the softness of your favorite cashmere sweater which fits loosely over your torso, bunching at your elbows when you do chores with me after saying I "don't do it right".
Or your feet that trek across the creeks with me when we sneak out every Saturday so you don't have to go to your uncle's house when your mom leaves to see her friends.
Do you not even see your lips? Their rosy color, their fullness? The pair you bite when you're nervous or frustrated that are usually a bit chapped especially in this chilly weather.
My dear, You are pretty. You're beautiful. Stunning. Immaculate. Ravishing. Please don't say otherwise.
This may seem like it's directed purely to females, but males are beautiful, too.