Beautiful Child
I am beautiful. God has made me into the woman he wants me to be. I am not defined by the number of likes I get on a picture or the number on a scale. I am not defined by the amount of makeup I wear or the cost of clothes in my closet. I am who I am because I am God's child and I am beautiful in his eyes and the eyes of others. Though I will have my weak days, when I feel I am nothing, I will know I am the child of the one and only.
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