sentimentality is a fucking bitch
and maybe i just never saw it in myself enough, always hated the way i looked - from the side, at strange, fleeting glances, i always hated the thought of being looked at, or being caught unaware
and sometimes i just need to look at myself in between all these moments and realise that i am beautiful, i am, i am, i am. i've always been, and i used to think that beauty was amplified in all its self-deprecating ways, that we are only beautiful because we think we're not; but no, no, no, no
i am beautiful in my own right, i am beautiful - in my quiet ways, yet still beautiful nonetheless i am beautiful because i am strong, because i am loyal and devoted and i fight fiercely for the people whom i hold dear to me. i am beautiful in my own way, i am beautiful precisely because i don't need to be told that i am. i am beautiful because i've a big heart, i am beautiful because i forgive, i am beautiful because i let things go. i am beautiful and i know it, and you are beautiful because it's innate, because its a beauty that stems from all that you are and you don't need me to say it but you are, you are you are – beautiful
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