Today I looked at myself in a photo, with others, and for once I saw the raw beauty.
There was beauty in the mouth, than curled upwards at the sides forming a big grin.
There was beauty in the eyes, that creased at the corners feeling the laugh bubbling inside.
There was beauty in my posture, that showed comfort and relaxation.
For once I didn’t have to think about what was not perfect about my physical appearance. I saw the raw joy being displayed on my face and in my posture.
There was freedom to be beautiful, to be happy to be me.