You are lovely even when your experiences scream otherwise.
You are lovely even when you feel wasted, beyond repair, exhausted, and worn down.
You are lovely even when someone has convinced you that you are scum, no greater than a beggar or slave.
You are lovely when you feel uncomfortable in your skin, wrought with stretch marks, bags under your eyes, and pants two sizes bigger than before.
You are lovely even though your innocence, your joy, was stolen, taken without your permission.
You are lovely even when you feel like giving up, when you feel as though you are beyond repair.
You are lovely in your highest of highs and lowest of lows. Both the mountaintops and valleys find you to be exquisite.
You are lovely even though the powers that be, the dark voices, and your enemies slander your name and reputation.
You are lovely when you feel you don’t measure up and that everyone can do it better and faster than you.
You are lovely when you give a little even though you feel you yourself are running on empty.
You are lovely even in the midst of defeat. You may feel like you are in a losing battle but you were built for greatness.
