So you’re not as thin, nor as fat as you wanted to be,
Or as tall, or as short, or with a little more hair,
You’re not as clever or wise as they said that you were,
Or have looks that have people chasing you there.
And you’re not that great person with so many friends,
Or as famous or rich as you dreamed life would bring,
But the dust of the stars was moulded and shaped
Into the soul that is you,
By someone
Or something.
You’re not as graceful or talented as you hoped you would be,
Or have a family and home that was always packed full,
But you’re loved and unique, and somebody cares,
How could you be anything other than beautiful?
bobby stevenson 2013
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