My Beauty

What is this “thing” we strive for but cannot describe?
Beauty, what does it mean to me?
I’m glad you asked.
I’ll tell you about my beauty.

My beauty is how I was created,
Not what my money can fix.
My beauty is not the way that I sway,
But the path I choose to walk.

My beauty is not in the length of my hair,
But in my boldness to wear it however I please,
Regardless of what society dictates.
My beauty is not in the colour of my eyes,
But in my ability to see the real you.

My beauty is the fact that I have worked hard to be where I am today;
It’s in my ability to adjust to whatever hand I am dealt.
My beauty is in my will to survive.
My beauty is in my willingness to redefine myself,
And not let anyone put me in a box.

My beauty is in my stretch marks,
For they remind me that I have birthed life.
My beauty is in the hue of my skin,
Which tells the story of my heritage.

My beauty is who I am,
Not what people think I should be.
Agree, disagree, do whatever you please.
My beauty is how God sees me,
And I choose to agree with Him.