You are the most beautiful woman I've met. That's what I thought. You had something different about you. No it doesn't have anything to do with your looks. No offense but everything is average. (As if I'm good looking right?) It wasn't also because your rich. (I didn't even know you were rich to begin with.)
It wasn't anything physical or material, it was because you were you. That made you beautiful, more than anyone else. Does it make sense? I don't think it does to others, but it does to me. You are more than just beautiful, you are a masterpiece. Painted with all the warmest colors, yet comforting as all the colder hues. You have been made carefully, with all the right brushes. Handled with care.
Everything about you was just right. You had the world within your eyes. You could see more than what others could. They sparkled at every little mystery of life. They glimmered at the simple joys this world could offer.
Your mouth spoke only the most heartfelt words. You comforted people with your voice. It had stories to tell, always, and there would always be those willing to listen. Every misadventure, every little tale and, for those who are lucky, you shared the darker stories.
Your hands are soft and delicate. Like everything it touches could come to life. They care for everything they come across. gently, carefully, they treat things and people with care. Because those hands know, that everything is fragile. It knows that everything is prone to falling apart. It knows that things could break down any second.
You are perfect in all that you are.
You love to your fullest.
You give to the brim.
You are all the brightest colors. Never the ones that are dim.
There may be parts of you that are still broken. you try to hide them I know. Because you don't want others around you to worry. Because you don't want others to get caught in your storm. Because you don't want others to enter whatever darkness you've been hiding.
But you know what?
There are people who are there for you. You don't have to shoulder the world alone. You don't have to cry at night all by yourself. You don't have to blame yourself over every single mistake. Because there are people who love you as you are. Yes you are a masterpiece, but that does not mean there are no flaws. It is also your mistakes that makes you unique. The darkness may be strong, it may scare you, and I know it does. But remember. There are those who accepts you as you are. There are those who are willing to stay by your side. There are those who will fight all the darkness, all the fears, all the insecurities, all the questions. There are those who wouldn't mind getting wounded for you. Do you know why?
Because you are loved.
Because you are valued.
Because you are unique.
Because you are cared for.
Because you are you.
So stand up and fight. Don't let the fears eat you up. Don't let them paralyze you. You have the whole world before you. Risk what you have, and love as much as you can, because you can never be sure when everything will be over. So give what you've got and scream at the top of your lungs. Shout to your fears, scream to your darkness. Claim who you are. You are beautiful. You are loved.