The bump in your nose,

The lines of your smile,

The crinkle of your eyes,

The angles of your teeth.

You often complain to me

How these features ruin you,

But really you just can’t see

That vision of you isn’t true.

For your nose is those of Rome,

Statues built to honor beauty.

Your smile means i’m home,

Accepting me, even moody.

Your eyes radiate warmth

That comforts with a look.

Your teeth only bring forth

Stories of life, a book.

It’s easy to look in the mirror,

And feel critical about these.

Those very features reflected, staring at me,

As my smile lines grow clearer,

And the bump in my nose never flees.

But I look at them on you,

On your face, they’re beautiful

When comparing our faces too,

The likeness is indisputable.

To look like you is an honor,

You are all I want to be.

To yourself you should be kinder,

As it would also uplift me.

For our faces are the same,

Built of the same code,

I’m proud to reflect you, no shame.

Do the same for yourself, it is owed.

Regardless of insecurity,

We are mother and daughter for eternity.

And of eachother we are proud,

So let’s bare our imperfections loud.

For they are beautiful, and so are we.