Date: 2008-07-31 01:45 Subject: our_issues July Security: Public Tags: our issues

"I am beautiful for the one who loves me."- Bethelhem Tesfaye

Funny thing, being beautiful. I was told I was plenty of times, and I guess after awhile I just believed it, because that's what little girls do. Mum would cup my face and tell me I was such a beautiful little girl, and I'd laugh because that's what little girls do and I guess somewhere along the line I thought it was the truth. Mickey said the same, too, he'd always tell me that I was beautiful when something was more heated than it probably should have been, and I wondered if he said it because he meant it or because he wanted something that I wasn't sure I was ready to give.

Things change, though, when you see the beauty in the different parts of the universe. Parts, at that, which I didn't even think should exist. I really lost all sense of beauty then because I didn't think anything in my world, let alone myself, could possibly hold that kind of title when there were so many other things out there which had to be even more extraordinary than I was. I never would have considered myself anything along those lines, in fact I'd have gone as far as to think I was less than ordinary because there was so much life out there just waiting to be seen.

When he looked at me, I knew he thought I was beautiful. I never understood it, but I saw it in his eyes. And at first I thought I was beautiful because I loved him, because I loved him then and still do, but now I can see the other side of things. Because beauty might be in the beholder's eye but love is a two way street, so in order for someone else to be seen as beautiful, they actually must be.

So to him, I know that I'm beautiful. And that's really all that I want.

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