Beautiful.

Hey there, beautiful.

And you are beautiful.

Don't believe me? Ask Jes. See what Jade has to say.

We're perfect because we're not perfect.

We're perfect because we are unique. 

No one can tell my story like I can. My body tells the story of where I come from. 

From the bags under my eyes (which I get from my dad) to my button nose (from my mom), to the scars on my face (chicken pox in 4th grade) and the marks on my belly (two beautiful boys). I am poetry in motion.

And so are you.

I'm not naked today. I'm running a low grade fever and can't seem to get warm, so I'm all bundled up and cuddling my scraggly dog.

My hair is a mess and I'm not wearing any makeup.

And I'm beautiful. Just like this.

Saying that I'm beautiful isn't easy for me, and that's a shame. When my friends can't say they are beautiful; that's a shame too. What makes us feel this way? Why do we attack ourselves?

I know there will be days when things don't go this well for me.

I know that, at least for me, feeling beautiful is hard work. 

That's why here, today, right now- I'm going to say it. And I'm going to believe it.

That way, when I really need it, it will be here. 

And it will be here for you too.

So, listen to me- you beautiful, magnificent creature:

You are fucking beautiful.