Letter from God:
I’m not interested in your Guichi bag, I’m after your heart.
I love all of your features, even your dimple chin.
I know every hair on your head, I put it there, I made it count.
Talk about yourself like how you talk to someone you really love.
I see majesty in you. I created you.
I love every inch of you. Inside and out.
Look through my eyes and see how glorious you are.
My wonderful sons and daughters, perfectly made, perfect in every way.
Be kind to yourself, it will leak out of you and affect those around you.
Like a moth to a light, let your beauty shine bright.
Like a bee to honey. No glamour, just pure beauty.