If you asked me what I hate about myself
I could give you an never ending list
Of flaws and scars and of shuddering traits
I could tell you how disgusted I feel in my own skin
And how I cringe at my own voice
Don’t get me wrong it doesn’t mean that i have high standards for beauty
Quite the opposite actually
I find beauty in everything
In the crispy morning air
In baby clothes and freshly baked muffins
Im in love with the colors of day and how they change
In the serenity of the rain
Beauty in breakfast and the feeling of carpet on your feet
In quiet and in loud
Things people usually ignore everyday
I love everything
But myself