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You are Beautiful
Dear Child,
Let me tell you a story.
A butterfly flew by me once,
and I saw the scars
on its wings.
I asked it,
“Why do you have scars?”
And the butterfly —
the butterfly looked at me
and said
“I have scars because I once,
didn’t see how beautiful I was.
And so I cut
and gave myself scars;
taking pleasure
in the pain;
thinking I deserved it.”
“So child,
the scars
that you see
on my wings?
I gave those,
to myself,
because I couldn’t see
how beautiful
my wings were.”
“I couldn’t see
my own wings;
I didn’t know
and I didn’t see
how truly beautiful
they were,
when everyone could.”
“You humans
are like that too.
You cannot see
your own beauty,
when others can.
You humans
are truly beautiful
in your own way
and unique way too.”
“So yes, child.
I once used to
fly on broken wings,
and that
did not really work;
but still,
I flew —
because I have wings.”
“I fly with scars
on my body
and my wings,
yes.
But I do not care
what others
think;
for I fly,
and I know
that the One
who made me
and crafted my wings,
thinks I am beautiful.”
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I was inspired to write this, when I read a writer's story on Teen Ink. I was also inspired by my past experiences; for I once used to cut.
But now it has been months, since I have cut myself. The thoughts to cut myself, to hurt myself have been not come as much as before. As I went deeper and grew deeper into God's love and beauty and truth, those thoughts have started to evaporate and flee from His light; I just stopped cutting.
You are beautiful. You are so, so beautiful; you are beautiful because you are you, and no-one can ever be you. You are simply just beautiful. God stares at you and envelopes you with His love for you because you are beautiful.
You. Are. Beautiful. No arguing, okay? Thank you for taking the time to read this. :)