in their eyes

The truth is I could never tell

What others saw of my own shell,

I'd only judge the parts of me

That made them see me differently.

The more I grew the less I felt

The need to judge this simple shell,

I felt my beauty from within -

No longer picking at my skin.

It's funny how life plays our mind

For when we look, we find unkind -

Just as we see the mirror's glow,

When we search, division grows.

Now when I see my own reflection,

I see beyond each imperfection -

I just look to feel this love within,

See it glowing from my skin.

Still I cannot really tell

What others see of my own shell,

But I see my image in their eyes

When I reflect to them this love inside.