In fourth grade, I was bullied.
Two girls who didn't fully
They decided to act like a I was a flea
and they wanted to crush me.
It was so hard and oh how I wish
they would stop. But they just squished
I didn't feel beautiful and I would
pray every night asking and pleading for God if he could
to make me think I was beautiful.
I thought people were lying when they told
me I looked pretty. They all were trying to fit the mold
and commplent someone that wasn't pretty.
After four years, I can look in the mirror
and KNOW I'm beautiful. It's never been clearer
No matter what anyone says, I know who I am.
I am beautiful.
I am loved.
I am important.
I am needed.
I am special.
I am one-of-a-kind.
So don't anyone tell you what you are.
That doesn't define you. There are still scars,
but they're almost healed.
So forgive and forget,
don't take it personally, it's not a threat.
And always remember that Jesus thinks you are
beautiful just the way He made you: a star.
You am Beautiful.
I am Beautiful.