A/N: Written on January 8, 2011.

I know I'm beautiful.
I can see all the thousands
Of little things
That make me who I am.
They are beautiful like me.
My own skin is the most
I wouldn't wish to be
Anyone else.
You may think I have flaws,
But these are what make me
Without them I would be
Just another carbon copy.
I admit sometimes I falter.
I can only see what
I have been conditioned
To see as ugly.
But then I remember:
I am an art form.
There is no wrong or right.
I am beautiful in my own way.