It breaks my heart when I hear that you don't think you're beautiful, because darling, you are.  Let me explain... your hair is the colour of caramel and hot tea,  soft as silk and shimmering in the daylight as though it had been injected with the sun itself,  your eyes like the Caribbean Sea,  an alien blue that is more graceful than jewels and more lively than the tide, yet people will still be swept away in their beauty. You've got a smile like an angel that is more infectious than your laughter,  which sounds like bells and joy cascading from lips that are a gateway to every perfect word that escapes your lungs. You're beautiful in your body and how it looks as though it was hand crafted by God himself with all the grace of an artist.  A body that turns heads and hearts, making boys become putty in your hands. You are beautiful and elegant and you need to see that because I assure you, everyone else does.