Everyday, multiple times you remind me of my beauty because I can no longer do this for myself. You tell me that one day I will believe these words. They will eventually sink into my DNA. You tell me the words will one day feel real and until they do you will continue on. You do not make me feel ashamed that these words are foreign to my diseased brain. While you call me breathtaking I tell myself I am not deserving of breath. Your words restore me. They keep me alive until the next dosage of your selfless reminders.