Everyday she comes, with complains I don't understand.she stares at me and then pulls her hair back. she would wish her eyes were bigger.she would point her nose and complains why isn't it pointed, and then the usual crying about her plain lips. I honestly feels she has beautiful eyes and perfect brows.her hairs are so long and shiny but she never gives them a notice.
I love the way she smile, its brighter than her tears.but she just complains and complains and cries. Its like an everyday routine before going to work.I remember when she was younger, she barely gave me attention, and i wasn't sad about it. when her mom wasn't home, she would try to wear a saree and put a bindi on her forehead and would kiss me and dance like anything. trust me, it was such an amazing site.
I don't know what happened to her now. as the number of visits increased so do her complains. I think its my fault. I wish I could show people beautiful and perfect faces when they look at me, but I don't understand whats beautiful according to them.
I just reflect what I see, and I think I reflect beauty. I wish I could reflect the beauty of souls and hearts and not of bodies. each and every person who has ever looked at me, I find them beautiful. but not a single person appreciates what they see. complains, complains and crying.
dear humans, appreciate what you have. if you can't then appreciate and adore each and everything around you and see the magic, you will start loving yourself.
love yourself, because if you wont then who will ?