I used to think my beauty
Was never really there
Caught in the wind
Long ago
By someone I never met
Maybe someone stole my beauty
And sewed it into something
Spectacular
I knew I was supposed to be
Beautiful
I knew in this world
Appearances matter
I wanted my eyes
To be beautiful
To trade them in
For something better
I wanted my teeth
To be perfectly straight
And super-model white
I wanted my lips
To be the perfect hint of red
And my hair to be
The silkiest soft
My face should be flawless and glowing
And I shouldn't need makeup for confidence
I should have the nicest legs
The best curves
Smooth feet
Long nails
An endless list of something
I never realized was
Unachievable
Then I realized my selfishness
My greediness
Could only be rivaled
By the complete ignorance I had
I was created perfectly
Wonderfully
I was fearfully made
I didn't need the best body
But I gained the most beauty
When I allowed myself
To be beautiful
When I allowed God to shine
Through me
The way it was designed
I stopped insulting God's creation:
Me
And I started seeing my body for what
It really was
It isn't until I establish
That I was Fearfully
And Wonderfully made
That I could ever be
The most humble of beauty queens