Flushed and beautiful

And sometimes I catch myself in a mirror

Usually, when this happens, I get irritated

Picking out all the flaws

My makeup is not right

Or my hair is amuck

But on rare days, do I see

my cheeks, perfectly flushed from the cold

my skin, clear and full of glow

my eyes, alive and radiating sunshine

And then I remember

Who I am

How did I ever let mediocre men

decide what beauty is

I never believed anyone when they told me that I was beautiful

But I always believed them when they thought that I wasn’t enough

So look in the mirror more than once

You can remember that

Not only are you exquisite,

you are infinite