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Hey you.
You’re beautiful
I hope you know that.
I hope somebody told you today.
I’m telling you.
Not with the intention of
Drawing a smile from you.
Not because I want you
To think of me like I think of you.
I hope someone told you
With the intention of truth.
That maybe
Even without the science of the mirror
You may look at yourself
And maybe –
You’d see it too.
In the absence of make-up
And masks.
And in your stillness
And movement and
Your silence
And speaking
Your smiles
And frowns
And blank stares.
And scars
And broken places
In all your moments and
Phases –
You’re beautiful.
I hope you feel that . . .