I look at her and the stretch marks start to look beautiful, no longer gross or something she should excuse when someone sees.
Her half curly, half wavy frizzy hair she used to call a disaster all the sudden seems kind of cute and shapes her face perfectly.
Her boobs are perky and despite her just being a C cup, They are cute and make her body unique.
Her hips a bit wider than her waist giving her a bit of an hourglass figure, I am proud to see her progress.
Her stomach although not flat she feels confident in.
Her face, the part of her people look at the most. I begin to admire her smile and what she found was the annoying amount of dimples on her cheeks appear to be pretty on her now.
As well as her nose she hated for not being exactly like those dolls, I find divine on her now.
Her eyes which she used to find boring and “just brown” I see as graceful now.
All the sudden they sparkle as she gazes at this beautiful human in front of the mirror.
“This is me” I repeat to myself, shocked but amazed at this beautiful creation that I have over looked for years and am only now finally valuing and falling in love with. I am beautiful.