You have no idea how beautiful you are. You don’t see yourself sleeping in bed; curled up in silence with your chest rising and falling out of rhythm. Reading a book, painting a picture, eyes gleaming passion as it ignites your soul. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with deep admiration and care in your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing, having fun, happiness just beaming out of you. You don’t see what we see, there for how could you know how beautiful you are.