Perspective of the Glass

Why hello, beautiful.

Don’t you look gorgeous today?

Why do your eyes look so sad?

It’s one of those days, huh?

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Baby, you’ll never see what I see.

So let me tell you.

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That red hair—girl, you’re one of a kind.

The way your curls perfectly frame your face.

Speaking of face shape—your bangs?

Stunning.

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Those bright blue eyes?

They compliment every single feature you have.

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I know you hate your nose,

but I think it is so cute.

Looks like a little button.

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Your lips? PERFECT.

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Now your body—

I see the way you look at yourself every day.

Honey, you are so unforgiving and cruel to yourself.

That tummy of yours,

which I know you loathe,

is beyond perfect.

You are the absolute perfect amount of fluff.

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Those thighs, girl—

GIRLLLL—

those thunder thighs could collapse buildings

in the best way.

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God, you’re gorgeous.

A true goddess in the flesh.

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I just want you to know:

No matter how you look—

whatever weight, age, height, anything—

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I will always believe that you are majestic.

And one day,

I know you’ll see yourself the same.

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Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,

but your beauty is the purest there is.

No mirror will tell you different.