The first time you told me
I was beautiful,
I nearly cried.
No guy had ever
Told me that before.
It was hard for me to
Believe, even though I knew
You meant it.
Even now, after you have
Said those words a
Thousand times in a
Thousand ways, it's
Still hard to
Believe, but I know
You mean it.
I was scared
To show you my
Body, because it looked
Nothing like the girls on
TV and in magazines
But you told me how much
You loved it
And how much
You loved me.
I didn't want you to
See my flaws, but you
Didn't see them that way.
You traced my stretch marks
And said they were cool and
Looked like lightening.
You loved my squishy arms
And all the curves on
My body.
I struggle to
Believe your words
Because society teaches girls
That we're only beautiful
If we look a certain way.
But you've shown me that
I'm beautiful the way I am.
And you show me every day
Just how much
You mean it.
