FINAL

 

You are so beautiful.
Maybe not in the way you want to be,
but you are.

You are beautiful,
and you are worthy of all the love you so easily give to others
and so easily deny yourself.
I wish you could have seen that.
I wish you could have believed that.

And maybe your glasses don’t suit you,
maybe your braces make you “unkissable,”
maybe when you trace your finger over your chest and feel childlike,
maybe just maybe,
that’s okay.

Because you weren’t put on this earth to be someone else’s idea of perfect.
You were put on this earth to be and to become.
You were put on this earth to shine,
and I swear on all that I am and all that I will ever be,
that when I look at you,
frozen in 4×6,
you shine to rival the sun.

And even if you didn’t,
I’d love you anyways.