A photograph lied and said, “You aren’t pretty,”
It broke my heart,
I wanted to cry because I didn’t feel pretty,
Not liking how I looked broke my heart,
My love said I’m pretty.
I was too depressed to believe my love,
I was silent while I tried to figure out how to feel pretty,
I couldn’t overcome my depression with the words of my love,
I had to convince myself that I was pretty,
Only then could I believe my love.
He watched me and waited for me,
He was patient while I struggled to analyze my belief,
I took a picture of me,
I took a different picture so I could stop the “I’m not pretty” belief,
Then I took a video of me.
The new pictures of me,
The new videos of me,
Changing the words that I had about me,
It all started to help me change the belief that I had of me,
I stopped hearing my own negative words of me.
I started to see that I was pretty,
I started to believe my love,
I became thankful that my love waited patiently until I felt pretty,
I saw once again how blessed I am to have my love,
I am truly thankful that my love and I were eventually able to show that I am pretty.