No matter what you’ve done – good or bad, right or wrong…
No matter how loved, cherished and respected you’ve felt…
No matter how understood, supported or acknowledged you’ve felt…
No matter how successful, wise or beautiful you’ve felt…

THE DAY YOU WERE BORN

The first time they looked into your eyes,
it was clear: You were born brilliant.

The room buzzed with celebration and fear,
while your heart radiated, free.

Celebration for precious, perfect you;
A being of infinite love.
How would they nurture you?

Fear for precious, perfect you;
Simply love in disguise.
How would they protect you?

The love was immeasurable.
The love was immeasurable.

You are beautiful.
Each finger and toe,
each hair on your head,
that beautiful heart of yours.

Precious, perfect you.

How could you ever question your capacity for love?
Your worthiness?
Your beauty?

Step to the mirror and look into your eyes.
It’s clear: You were born brilliant.