Beautiful

I have soft brown eyes that light up when I am  happy, so why aren't I beautiful.

I have soft hands that comfort the ones I love and the ones I don't, so why aren't I beautiful.

I am able to smile through tears and laugh through sorrow, so how am I not beautiful.

I encourage other to be their best even when I don't believe I can myself, so how am I not beautiful.

I love hard and with everything in me and even when hurt and misused I still come back and love even harder trying not to believe that I'll be hurt again, so can someone please tell me how am  not beautiful.

You can't answer this can you. Funny neither can I.