They say her eyes are green
But she likes to say they are hazel
Like the sun setting through the evergreen trees
Her hair like a bright morning
When when sun has just risen
Her skin like hot sand at the beach
Birthmarks scattered like shells
The tiny scars of life revealed like stars on a dark night
Stretchmarks behind her knees like lightning running through the sky
She says she hates her body
But all the things she calls imperfect are the wonders of life
So next time you see a sunset behind the trees
Think about her eyes
And think about how perfectly imperfect you must be to be alive
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