Dear Insecurity

Dear Insecurity,

She is the definition of stunning

Her skin, as clear as day

Her smile, as bright as the sun

Her hourglass figure, with hips that don’t lie

Her hair, full and thick

A princess known for her beauty

Me, I am no such thing

I’m a walking dictionary

A history buff

A wizard with my hands

My mind is my palace

Why can’t people see my beauty?

Is beauty really only skin deep?

Does beauty trump brains?

No, I am beautiful

Inside and out

I may not the world’s form of beauty

But what will I gain from being physically beautiful?

Admiration, Envy, Being Accepted

In a couple of years what would that give me?

Nothing, External beauty is not permanent

But my mind is forever