Here’s a little poem on this Sunday evening. You’re beautiful by your own standards, not society’s. Remember and hold on tight to that, in your heart. Don’t let anyone determine your beautiful. Ever.
Beautiful is not what others see when they see you, it’s how you feel deep down on the inside no matter what others see. It’s how you see you.
At all times.
In all times.
Your view. Your definition.
Is the only one that will always matter.
The only opinion that counts.
Validation from others, not needed. Ever.
Acceptance of self, necessary. Always.
At all times.
In all times.
Your imperfections are perfection.
Your beauty is beautiful.
Always know that.
Stand firm in that.
Own that.
Because you are your biggest believer.
Beautiful is not what others see when they see you. It’s how you see you.
THAT WATER LOVE 