Dear Daughter,
You look into the mirror…
You don’t know that you are beautiful…
Your eyes so brown…
Your hair so rich and shiny.
Your skin glows…
Your lashes shade your eyes so perfectly…
Your freckles pepper your nose lightly…
You are slim… lean…
You close your eyes and cry…
You call yourself fat…
Short… ugly… dark…
You don’t know you are beautiful…
You stand tall; your eyes are alert…
How can you not see you are beautiful?
Your smile is your best feature…
Your dimples compliment your smile…
You turn heads…
People try to get a second glance…
Your eyes shine…
When you talk, your voice carries into the wind…
You don’t see that you are beautiful….
You walk with a purpose…
You take long strides…
Graceful like a deer…
Strong like a mustang…
You hold your head up…
You smile at the poor and depressed…
It warms their heart…
Your laughter is sweet… like music…
People see your beauty…
How can you cry and call yourself horrid?
How can you not see that you are beautiful?
People say how beautiful you are…
You smile and say “Thanks”
Then turn and ask yourself… “I wish… why can’t I be beautiful?”
If you saw yourself through another’s eyes…
Maybe you’d see…
You don’t know you are beautiful…
You make hearts beat faster…
You make the world go dizzy…
Can you not see that?
I made you beautiful…
I created you this way…
My daughter, why do you sob so?
You are beautiful…
Steps lightly… dance on your toes…
See that you are beautiful…
Twirl around and let your hair show its beauty…
As it flows and settles around your shoulders…
You are beautiful… my daughter… my daughter…
You are… beautiful.
~~~Love, Your Father: God~~~
