It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly
because we don’t really see ourselves.
We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in a bed,
curled up and silent
with chests rising and falling with our rhythm.
We don’t see ourselves reading a book,
eyes fluttering and glowing.
You don’t see yourself looking at someone,
with care inside your heart.
There’s no mirror in your way,
when you are laughing and smiling,
and happiness is leaking out of you.
You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are,
if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly beautiful.