You Are Beautiful

I’ve heard people say the cruelest things about their own bodies and themselves because they don’t fit into some homogenous and often tyrannical societal or familial ideal of attractiveness. They say things like:

I hate my (name of body part).
I look like a (species of non-human animal, sometimes preceded by an unflattering or expletive adjective).
I’m disgusting.

For times when your inner voice sounds like an online troll, I offer you this as a reminder that beauty is wildly and wonderfully varied. I invite you to embrace your own.

You Are Beautiful

Datura Bud

Like the first bird to sing out into the dawn,
You are beautiful.
Like a dome of dew glistening on a yellow Oxalis petal,
You are beautiful.
Like a tender white eggshell from the birth of a mourning dove.
You are beautiful.
Like pale and tawny earth strata telling stories and time,
You are beautiful.
Like water gently rippling under the tiny feet of striders,
You are beautiful.
Like wrinkled velvet flesh of a budding Datura,
You are beautiful.
Like a dry, gray evergreen branch fallen onto orange dirt,
You are beautiful.
Like a hummingbird darting from white jade flower to blue manzanita,
You are beautiful.
Like a newly awakened lilac unfolding in lavender and perfume,
You are beautiful.
Like bent grass that reveals a coyote’s path,
You are beautiful.
Like the hot desert breeze that burns the throat,
You are beautiful.
Like whispering gray-green eucalyptus leaves,
You are beautiful.

You are beautiful in who you are.
You are beautiful in your very essence.
Know this, and know it deep into your marrow–
You
Are
Beautiful.

©2015 Suzannah Ferron, MA, LMFT. All rights reserved.