As a daughter of the King, 

I know I am more than 

a number that magically knows my

flaws, imperfections, strengths, desires

and dreams. 

I know I am more than 

the sterotypical, 

thin as a butterfly's wings,

light and airy as a cloud, 

continuous contridiction of messy and pristine 

handwriting 

that somehow seems to be grace the never-ending

picture perfect reality of social media. 

I know I am more than

a bible that looks perfect inside and out, 

yet fills its delicately lined pages with the 

lives of imperfect people searching for 

the truth. 

Yet, even though I know my worth

is above all these things,

the world tells me a different story

than the one my Father 

has written for me.