History speaks through you when you hear “Your beautiful,” and you can’t fathom how those words could be true.
Giggle, blush, look away
Say thank you in barely a squeak
All those days of believing that you could be better, look better, do more, tireless or tire less…
Compliments roll off you like a droplet of water on a new wax job.
Fast forward to a person who tells you everyday how beautiful you are. The reassurance is reassuring that worth still remains inside the shell.
All of a sudden you are allowed to be beautiful. You send shockwaves in the world. The sun is brighter, the sky is more blue and you become
YOU
The beautiful, beaming, radiating, and happy you. You can open up again. Be sexual again. Be loving again. Be comfortable again.
Shed a tear when your beautiful soul tells you every day that you are beautiful. Because you know it’s meant. It’s true.
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