Vilified, crucified for living in a world
In love with a false image of perfection.
I turned inward on myself, believing in my own ugliness.
I made myself small for illusions that were never even mine,
For images of beauty which were never truly real.
Beauty is not in the face, but in the soul.
It is the Mother's Radiance shining from within,
Illuminating the eternal love that is our true essence.
To be beautiful is to remember and acknowledge the eternal love-light of the soul,
Which has always been and always will be.
You are already perfect, for you are constructed from the mathematics of love.
When you remember this perfection, you shine across dimensions.
I Am Beauty.
I Am Beautiful.
I Am Perfection.
I Am the Mother's Radiance.
I Affirm.
I Believe.
I Know.
I Am.
And so it is decreed in the eternal unity and resonance of the eternal light of love and the eternal radiance which I Am, which we All Are.