Do I Feel Pretty
After thirty one years of life-
Life,
Do I feel pretty?
As I lay next to next him,
I watch him sleep -
Peacefully.
Does he make me feel pretty?
Thirteen years of marriage,
I wander-
Obsessively,
Does he think I'm pretty?
I try to calm myself.
God, creator of all,
Makes no mistakes.
I have to be pretty!
Then as I close my eyes,
Drifting off,
Into a battle with my insecurities,
His arm reaches around me.
Pulling me into him,
Oh, ever so gently.
His warmth comforts me.
I can feel his breath on the back of my neck.
He whispers-
"I love you."
No-
I'm not pretty.
I'm beautiful.
M. Lyn Church
September 23, 2009
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