How to be Beautiful... Like Me

I know you are all thinking it, yes, Dear Reader, I am indeed beautiful. How do I know you think that? How can you even think that when some of you have yet to meet me, some may never have the privilege of meeting me. But then, yes, we still get to this point. I am beautiful. Please, allow me to innumerate my beautiful traits.

When I look in the mirror I see... me of course! I'm not a vampire so my reflection shows. I see a guy in mildly wrinkled clothes, seeing as at times I fail to fold the laundered clothes (please refer back to my previous poem about the matter of folding the clothes). I wear my school with pride, I have several shirts that read: Brigham Young University. Why wouldn't I have these shirts, I got them for free, and that four letter word is music to college students. I wear the same old coat that's missing a button on the bottom left side. Lint has collected on the jacket seeing as I have neither gotten around to investing in a lint roller nor found a dry cleaner around here. I carry the same black messenger bag with the same well read books. I have papers and pencils to adorn my student figure. I have eyes that speak of late nights studying and hands that speak of being soaked for far too long in the dishroom during long night shifts. But I am beautiful.

I am in desperate need of a haircut and sometimes my stubble grows in before I get around to shaving. My voice goes from a deep, low monotone to a shrill theatrical laugh. I've scared children, I've scared teachers, I've scared doctors. And yet all the while I am beautiful.

I am a Peacock who struts around the world. I am so pleased with myself I cannot see at times when danger lurks behind my fan. Sometimes the fan of my many feathers weighs me down from escaping the danger. Yet I am happy the way I am because being beautiful is not about wearing the nicest clothes or having the most expensive haircut. There's well groomed, which I am, then there's garishly bedecked, which I'm not. Some people think that beauty is being the gem of the world so they polish their outsides to be the biggest brightest gem, although imperfections always lurk underneath. The biggest gems are always those who are gems to themselves first and to others later, these are gems that are not always seen as gems. They are just a rock to the world, plain, simple, and common. But inside they are brighter than the brightest gems the world sees. I am beautiful because I chose to be who I am and I surround myself with people who love me for who I am on the inside, rather than what's on the outside. We all have bad hair days, and the days where we've let ourselves go. But we are beautiful on the inside. So never forget who you are and never forget those who love you. The world will tell you to wear the biggest necklaces or have the most expensive garb. All the while thought remember the Sneetches who were too focused on the "Stars upon thars" that they didn't see the stars within themselves. Be confident with who you are, that's how I'm beautiful, and how you can be beautiful too.