Have you ever been asked to describe yourself? A million thoughts run through my head. A million imperfections, lines, figures and numbers. It's amazing the way the mind of a woman can work.

I have a good smile. My teeth aren't white enough and a little crooked but...stop!

Let me try this again. I have the kind of smile that captures a soul - warm, sincere, playful, inviting. The kind of smile that stays with you. Forever.

And what can I say about my eyes? They are probably the only part of me I never find myself wanting to trade for something better. They truly are grand. If you've seen them, you know.

I like the way my straight, dark, long hair, falls around my face. I love the soft, clean smell of it. It is thick and hard to manage, but I love it.

My skin, it is very soft. Amazingly soft, I have been told. Follow the lines. I have curves that tell on me - I am a woman. When I walk by, men don't think pounds or dress sizes. They don't think numbers. They think...damn!

But don't be mistaken. I'm not. The scars not on the surface are what make me unforgettable.

Are you still reading? I wonder about those who feel more comfortable learning about the many ways I don't like who I am. I don't want to write about my insecurities just so you think of me modest. They are there. Trust me. Maybe for another day but today, I want you to think of me as just...beautiful.

To all the women out there, dare not to think of all those things which make you feel unlovely. Even if for just a day, fight the urge to talk about the ugly and unwanted. Talk the way a lover would in the midst of passion. Find the courage to describe yourself as beautiful and then, don't say another word.

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