i am beautiful.

not because of the products in my hair or the make-up on my face, 

not even because of the clothing on my body.

i am beautiful because of the words i speak and the love i give. 

i have split ends on my hair and i have pimples on my back,

but these do not define me. i am not a number, i am not a size.

I am not a body, but i have one.

i am greatful for my body, for it is what allows me to run and dance.

but this body is not who i am. i am a soul.

i may jiggle when i giggle, but at least i am fed. 

i am beautiful in every way, not because im perfect, because i am completely un-perfect.

and i am here to tell you, friend, that you are beautiful too.

i hope one day you understand.