Poema

By Joybells

Beautiful

What makes someone beautiful?
Who needs makeup?
We were weaved together with plans of glory.
If the king of the whole universe finds us beautiful, then who are we to condemn ourselves?

'We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

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