What if I stopped caring about appearance?
It is an option after all.
What would change if I stopped caring?
I know what would change.
Everything would change.
I would be able to love.
What is it you wish you could hide?
What if I declared right here and now that
I don’t care?
Yeah. You’re physically flawed. We’re all flawed.
But those flaws aren’t going to change the way
I see you.
Let me see you for the way you think.
The way you acknowledge
people with your eyes.
The way you carry
yourself with grace.
The way you stay
on the sidelines to make sure everyone has a chance.
The way you don’t
care what people think.
They way you
listen.
The way you share
your blessings.
The way you have
made friends into family.
If I stop seeing the flaws you know I can
see…
Will you let me see the flaws I can’t
already see?
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