I called myself beautiful, not because i thought my smile was the prettiest
I called myself beautiful not because my eyelashes fluttered when I blinked.
I called myself beautiful not because I was tall and slim or because I was fair skinned.
NO! beauty goes way beyond the surface.
I called myself beautiful becase I saw the brown pages and not just the smooth coloured cover.
Because I saw the building and not the crumbled bricks
Because I saw hope in destitute and water in the desert
Because I laughed despite the tears that ran down my cheeks.
Beauty is not in perfection but seeing perfection in an imperfect person or thing!
Are you beautiful?