If I were beautiful, don't you think I would know it? There is no hidden beauty, that is bullshit.
Beauty is obvious, beauty is loud. It stands out throughout the crowd. And with me as another nameless face, I am not beautiful.
Every picture, every opinion every reflection and every description, they don't say I'm beautiful. And I check.
Shyly checking every mirror I pass, and seeing the same thing. I am not beautiful.
It is a fact of life, like gravity. I don't question gravity. I am not beautiful.
So tell me how you can look at me and whisper, "Beautiful." How can you look me in the eye and say, "Beautiful."
When I look in the mirror I say, "not beautiful."
But I shyly check every mirror I see because I can hear you say, "Beautiful."
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