We look at ourselves in the mirror everyday,
And we see the person we really are.
Most of the time it's the imperfections
That we seem to notice most.
We have a hard time trying to
Respect ourselves based on our outside apperance.
On the inside we all know we are unique
And that things are the way they are for a reason.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem