Though my body is not perfect, I have more heart than scars, and I am beautiful.
With eczema and pimples on my face and cellulite on my thighs, I am beautiful.
There are more than 15 marks on my stomach that remind me of the path I’ve endured to stay alive and be beautiful.
My heart beats by battery and powerfully expresses to me every day that I am beautiful.
My legs are often wheels, but I am beautiful nonetheless.
Beauty is not skin deep, it is a state of mind, and it is a state of being. I am not beautiful become of how I appear; I am beautiful because I refuse to give up. I am beautiful because through all the challenges I seek the positive in life.