This is a powerful word for me.

I’ve been called numerous things in my life, not all of them positive, that’s for sure. But of those directed as compliments towards my appearance, none have ever struck as much of a chord with me as the word beautiful.


Not cute. Not pretty. Not sexy. Not anything that reduces my value to solely my appearance.

Beautiful. Meaning both my body and my soul; right through my eyes and smile and physical features and into my heart. It means that someone sees me for me.

And more and more I find myself wishing for that someone who will call me beautiful even in those moments where I believe with every fiber of my being that I’m the farthest thing from deserving of such a word, and who will never ever stop.

I just want to be called beautiful.


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