See Yourself As I Do

“I am not pretty” 
She says this to me 
But with every dagger her words throw
I see only her overwhelming beauty 

“My freckles are ugly”
She says with conviction
Like they don’t decorate her skin
Like each star lights up the midnight sky

“I am too fat”
But her curves are perfection 
Soft but strong in graceful arcs
Like the gentle curves of the glorious mountains

“My eyes are dull brown”
As if they aren’t as soulful as the earth
Varying slightly from the darkest of chocolates
To the lightest maple syrup glinting in the sun

“My hair is so boring”
As if I haven’t spent hours admiring it
Wrapping its soft waves in my fingers
Inhaling the sweetness of the herbal scent

“How can anyone love me?”
The pain in her voice brings a catch to my own
To know you is to love you
For how could anyone see what I do and not?