Yet She Dares To Call Herself Loathed And Detested? - Tumblr Posts

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with her dearest eyes and their melting browns (whose each crevice is filled with undulating joy and undiscovered love) becoming bedazzled gems, two lamps ignited, when lit under the sun filled with dimension and tasteful elegance;

with her delicate skin with its many textures and beauties all the lines etched onto the infinite tablets that make her face-- each smile line, forged from countless tales of deep love and joy; each little wrinkle-wave, lashing onto the shores of her gentleness, with its bioluminescent memories leaving behind tracks imprinted into the sandy shores of her youthful face; each line on her lips, every generous crevice, holding within it a lulling, loving song a gentle, whispered poem a whisper or two-- a confession of deep, flowing, crashing love

with her lined, creviced hands moving with the grace and delicacy that only those hands that have carried the magnificence of hearty, healthy love can possess; having the marks and folds that only hands which have given many people of the world joys that have seen unattainable to them and delivered it right to their doorstep can make beautiful

how can she consider herself-- she who is the epitome of love, beauty and all the things of yearning-- how can she think she is unliked and unwanted beauty?