you learned
from a young age
that beauty
is measured
in three digit numbers.

my dear,
let me teach you
how to unlearn.

let me teach you
how to measure beauty in
scattered
strawberry blonde freckles.
in vibratos and
in beautifully spoken words.
in tears of laughter and
in moments of bravery.

let me teach you
that your two digits
are more than good enough,
and that your light shines
as bright as the moon

my dear,
i promise
on everything i have
that i love all 96 pounds of you.