Be-U-Tiful
"Beautiful you are my child."
Those were once my mother's favorite words.
When this brown skined girl was nothing to nobody, I was something to her.
It was never a thing of her being pretty. If her clothes didnt match my looks, I wasn't flawless.
As I look in the mirror, I see beautiful brown eyes, full lips, smooth brown skin, and oh what a gorgeous smile.
You coudn't tell me how beautiful I was several year ago.
I didn't have the perfect clothes or that size two body.
I wasn't what the boys wanted. I was outcast and my hair got cut in class.
I lost all since of who I am. Time passed and look at me now.
Shoulder legnth hair, with gorgeous eyes, smooth skin, and a pretty smile. But I will never be a size two.
It doesn't matter if I had short hair or long hair, a size two or seventeen, brown or black eyes, whether I had nice clothes or not: I was still me.
I AM BEAUTIFUL.
So BE-U-TIFUL!