Honey, I know how you feel
I know how it feels to look in the mirror and hate what you see
I know how it feels to not see yourself in magazines and TV
I Know how it feels to think you're heavily flawed
I know how it feels to crave perfection. How it feels to count every single flaw and hate it
I know how it feels to cry yourself to sleep because you hate yourself
Because You'll never be perfect. You'll never be like the people you spend several hours looking at their IG page
I know all these because I've been there. I know what it's like to want to be perfect.
But trust me my darling, perfection has no definition
You take it and give it whatever definition you want
But if you can't, I'll help
Perfection is you. Don't know what you are? I'll tell you
You're beautiful. A priceless work of art. A blessing to the world. A beauty no one can describe.
Stand before the mirror and look again . Have you ever seen something so special? Something so unique? Something so mind blowing? Something so extraordinary?
Even the flaws are beautiful because they're yours, and you're what beauty really is.
You're smart You're brilliant You're powerful You're beautiful You're a treasure
The world is yours to conquer and rule.
Even if you don't now, you will know your worth, and you will be UNSTOPPABLE.
This, my love, is what you really are, and I will not let you think othrwise
Because I love you. And you deserve to love you too.