Even though I’m older now.
Almost 46.
I’m still beautiful-
Even if I don’t get the same external validation I did in my youth.
I’m still beautiful-
Even as my skin suit wrinkles, sags, and folds.
I’m still beautiful-
And I get to learn that if I want to hear it, I get to tell it to myself.
I’m still beautiful-
Even if I start to believe what others might say to the contrary.
I’m still beautiful-
In my tender humanness,
with all my faults, frailties, and fuckups.
I’m still beautiful-
Because I AM.
Because I exist.
Because I’m a spark of god in human form here to re-member this truth.
I’m still beautiful-
Even when I act ugly, or
Treat myself and others ugly.
Because I know the innate goodness of my Heart
I’m still beautiful-
I can remind myself of this by looking into my own and others’ eyes and seeing the beauty that transcends the external
I’m beautiful, and so are you.
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