Finaste.

It doesn't make sense to call ourselves ugly
Because we don't really see ourselves

We don't watch ourselves sleeping in bed
Curled up and silent
With chests rising and falling with our own rhythm

We don't see ourselves reading a book
Eyes fluttering and glowing

You don't see yourself looking at someone
With care inside your heart

There's no mirror in your way
When you're laughing and smiling 
And happiness is leaking out of you

You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are
If you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly beautiful