I called you ugly, because I don't like the way my nose scrunches when I show you. I covered you up because I didn’t see why anyone would want to see you, being that you were so rigid. I hated you; because, back then, you had always been forced and ingenuine. You were a reminder of my sadness. You were the epitome of a divine paradox. I’m sorry.
You were the joy of my mother and her mother. You were sweet and powerful. You brightened so many days. You have the power to heal, to encourage, and to comfort. I’m tired of being at war with you. You’re the first and most important thing I need to embark on this journey.
To my beautiful smile, please accept my apologies. Please forgive my for being ashamed of you. Forgive me for not accepting you as one of the best parts of me. I will learn how to accept you., and From this point forward I will embrace and love youj.
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