ponder

 

“You look in the mirror and see a mess of a human being
You don’t see the lives you’ve touched, or the people you’ve saved
You don’t see all the love you’ve given freely, or the extraordinary memories you’ve made
You are a museum of beautiful moments and feelings
You are not weak because you cry over boys
You are not a simple being
You make plants come back to life, and you turn cold rain showers into warm downpours
You are a piece of art that makes people feel things
You don’t bring people to their knees, you give them a solid footing
And that is beautiful”