His opinion drives your worth
‘you don’t know’ he says
‘but I look at you and see beauty’ he says
But you look in the mirror and still see
Dimples where you don’t want them
All your imperfections, glaring out at you
And his voice does nothing to drown them out
Countless songs and poems
Written about women
Who don’t realize their full worth
‘but I love you’ he says
So here’s a poem
I Am Beautiful.
I don’t care what others think
Because what they say is
Dust in the wind
My body is dying
It is decaying flesh
But my soul
Oh, my soul
It is beautiful
And my kindness shines of out my smile
My compassion shows in the pools of my eyes
My hard work is in the chips in my nail polish
My creativity is on display in my lipstick color, or piercings, or eyeliner, or tattoos
My outfit is my heart, worn on my sleeve, reflecting my mood
Every scar, ever scrape, every imperfection…
makes me me
And shows what I’ve been through
The extra weight I carry around represents my love for chocolate
Or the fact that one day I might actually create a life
Or already have
And when I look at the ground,
maybe I’m studying the pattern on the floor,
or the life coming up from it.
I don’t care if he loves me.
I don’t care if he thinks I’m beautiful.
Because I love myself.
I think I’m beautiful.