Behold This

You wonder why you feel so old?

Don't they say beauty is in the eye of the one who beholds?

So you say you're fat because your jeans got tight?

Now your self image doesn't feel right.

You look in the mirror and see something wrong;

Maybe you should cover up with a sarong.

Look at that spot right under your eye;

Let's give some more make-up a try.

What should you do about that scar under your knee?

Wear a long skirt then no one will see.

These thoughts don't come from a place of love and support;

They come from shame and doubt--I must report.

Who would want you to be ashamed of how you appear?

She, he, or it is always near.

Doubt comes from below;

Where they have no glow.

You were born with a light;

A vision that was created just right.

Thank God for who you are;

Even with the scar.

He made you to be more breathtaking than the best sunset;

So why do you bother to fret?

AMEN