My Lovelies

I hear,sometime from women close to me words that are not exactly encouraging to themselves.This is just how I feel when they say such things.

My lovelies,

When I hear you say "I`m not pretty" I get a little mad,because I see you as just what you deny.

You are beautiful.

You are as rare as a four leaf clover.

One in infinity.

NOT one of many.

You look in the mirror and see flaws.

I look at you and see the things that make you more beautiful than the rest.

You sometimes say "I need to eat less" or "I need to go on a diet."

And I just look at you,because that flaw that you see,

I cannot.

All I can hear is a little less you.

But,my lovelies how do I get you to understand?