self-love (6/14/20)

beauty is perpetually imperative to my existence.


i pride myself on the fact that i can view even the ugliest things as breathtaking and groundbreaking,


although others may look at me and see merely vanity and inhumanity.


but i am more than others' perception of me;


more than the frail sparkle of light beaming through their limited lenses;


more than the whispered words of hatred that slowly creep from behind my back into the vessels of my brain.


i am a beacon of sunshine, not a surge of darkness.


i am a hopeful optimist, not a clueless dreamer.


i am beautifully golden,


and i will let no one tell me otherwise.

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