“Am I beautiful?” I asked myself as I gazed into the mirror.

The image that I saw was unfortunate to see. 

The eyes of a young woman met the stare of my own. 

The pain she had known for so long, I could see.

 

"Are you beautiful?" I asked as I observed every inch.

"No" was her response. Her looks as a disgrace.

She disapproved of her features, and didn't like with what she saw.

Unable to embrace her uniqueness or her flaws.

 

"I’m not beautiful" she said, as she completely turned away.

Her body was no match for the ones on the runway.

I completely avoided the young woman's looks.

Her face not as gorgeous, as the ones in fashion books.

 

"Are you beautiful?" I asked on another average day.

Then something in her eyes made me do a double take.

I reached out my hand and I touched her on the cheek, 

Realizing her appearance was far from a freak.

 

"Are you beautiful?" I asked,

As I wiped away tears.

A slight smirk on her lips,

As she emptied out her fears.

 

"You are beautiful." I said,

Raising my head sky high.

"Flawless, and nothing less." 

Kissing negative thoughts goodbye.

 

"You are beautiful" I told her,

In the mirror in front of me.

The reflection that I saw,

Was most fortunate to see.

 

There once was pain in those eyes,

A pain she no longer knows.

"I am beautiful." I told myself,

When her eyes had met my own.