- As she sat there with a badly drawn cat eye,broken wings never meant for flying,
a thumbprint of black lipstick badly applied…
She thought… This, is not who I am.
This is who I wish to be,
This is what I have made myself.
What I am on the inside, is not what I look like.
What I am, is beautiful.
I am beautiful.
I accept myself for all these flaws,
I hold them close. They’re mine.
I accept my imperfections, I embrace them.
It’s who I am.
Who cares about a thumbprint of black lipstick badly applied?
I can accept myself, because I know the secrets.
The secret that you can only accept others, if you accept yourself.
I love myself, so I can love others.
I’ve come to terms with the Hell inside me.
I know I’m broken, not bent.
I can learn to love again…