On the days when every molecule
Under your skin aches with
The pain of self hatred,
And when you look in the mirror
You see every self assumed flaw
Staring back at you,
Remember that You are worth more
Than all the stars in the sky, and
More than every intricate snowflake
That has ever drifted to the ground.
You are loved not just in the heart
But with every inch of bone
And every molecule of skin.
You are a beautiful galaxy
Of undiscovered, unexplored life.
You are not what that mirror shows
You are not the broken person
That your eyes behold.
You are beautiful.
You are beautiful.
You are beautiful.
EEH drown-my-happiness
(You are beautiful, and I’ll keep telling you so until you believe me. 1:01 am)