Beautiful
Looking at my reflection every morning
Never knowing what to expect
Some days I love it some days I hate it
But one day I look inside the reflection and see someone beautiful
Someone strong
Someone brave
Someone full of life
Someone caring
Someone loving
Someone not afraid to take a stand
The inside shines to the outside
And suddenly I realize I am a beautiful person
All my flaws all my imperfections all my hurts
They are what made me into the beautiful individual I am
I'm proud of them
And I'm proud to be me
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