You're beautiful, and you know that you know, that I know, that you are beautiful. You're not boastful, obnoxious, or conceited about it, you're just beautiful. God has moved you to a place where you are finally content with who he has sculpted you to be physically, and you are well on your way as a fresh young adult with a little insight on life. You're so beautiful that now every time that you walk past the mirror or anything that shows forth your reflection (tinted windows, other people's sunglasses, phone front cameras, store mirrors, etc.) you feel obligated to stop and make sure that your presentation is as perfect as it was when you first left home, but hey you can do that because you're beautiful. Every aspect of your beauty is breath taking, from your artistic creativity to your execution of risk. You make everything, even "the struggle" look good, but inside there's a disconnect.
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