Sing Your Song Poem by Whitney Nicole Albright*

I used to wish I had blonde curly hair
With bright blue-green eyes.
I'd curse my wide hips
And want to shrink my thighs.

I'd take away that freckle,
Trade my nose for one smaller.
I'd have made myself prettier
And just a little taller.

Until I realized that beauty,
Is a hidden power within.
It's not an ideal body
Or even perfect skin.

It's a form of self love,
The acceptance that we're already adored.
That our bodies are a perfect gift
Given to us by the Lord.

Hold your head a little higher.
For you're fearfully and wonderfully made.
And though you age and wrinkle,
Your inner beauty never fades.

To society we'lll have our imperfections,
But he loves us regardless of our flaws.
So step back and love yourself,
For he adores you just because.

You have no other copies.
There is no other you.
There is no part of your body
He would change or redo.

Oh, can't you see you're beautiful?
God didn't make you wrong.
Go and find your inner joy.
Go and sing your song.