i could tell you you’re beautiful hell, i have before a lot of times and you still don’t believe me and i don’t know why
but that’s a lie i know exactly why because i used to think i was ugly too
i was an ugly girl with glasses and nobody noticed me until i starved myself down to a double zero because they all kept bullying me for being fat
and now i’m an ugly boy but that’s okay because even dead trees have the ability to nurture beautiful life out of their stumps
so no, i will not tell you that you are beautiful because that word is used so much and has so many different definitions of what it is and isn’t that who is to say what it really even means anymore
because to me you are so much more than a pretty face and kind words
you are the sunrise after a bad night where i thought i would die before the sun rose above the tree line again
you are the rain after a scorching hot day that makes it too hot to wear my binder
you are the forgiveness after i tried to leave and still you stayed even when i kept on trying to go
you are the food that i am still learning not to be ashamed about eating and enjoying because weight is just a ****** social construct like so many other things
you are the calm voice and steady hands holding my own shaking ones when you bring me back from my anxiety attacks and promise me it will be okay
you are there you are here you are you are so much more than beautiful
you are my friend my confidant the love blossoming behind my ribs the scars that wounds become the pain and happiness and tears