You're Beautiful

You're beautiful without even seeing it.
You're beautiful even without hearing that you are.
You're beautiful up and down meaning head to toe,
even when you're beating yourself down.
You stress out about your hair, face, body, clothes, everything that shouldn't matter.
Why?   
Why can't you just except your inner and outer beauty without judging yourself?
As a friend, sister, cousin, anything; can you do me this favor and learn how to except yourself before you can with others?
You need to know that you are in fact;  
beautiful.   

 

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