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.