You are beautiful.
Without all of the designer clothes.
Without the twelve pounds of make-up.
You are beautiful.

You are beautiful.
Not the lengths of your legs.
The width of your waist,
Or the size of your *******.
You.
You are beautiful.

You are beautiful.
Under all of your scars.
Beneath all of your pain.
You are beautiful.

Your knowledge.
Your light.
Your love.

The person you are on the inside
You know the one,
The one you hide away because you
Can't bare to let the world see.
That part of you.

The part you are ashamed of
Gives you your beauty.

Embrace it
Because you are beautiful.