The True Meaning of Beauty

As I looked in the mirror what did I see?
A girl that was unwanted and UGLY staring back at me.
Where once my head was covered with long lovely curls
Now I look more like the boys than I do the girls.
Stripped from my blanket that kept my head warm.
When I looked at my reflection in the mirror my image seemed worn.
My hair was what defined me, or so that's what I would say.
Without my long curly locks, I felt like a big piece of me had been taken away.
Where once I saw beauty I could no longer find in my reflection
I had suddenly become shy and uncomfortable in my own sun kissed skin.
I studied myself precisely, my eyes tracing every square inch, every hair that did lie
Not a blink, or a bat came from my judgmental eye.
Pain was written there upon my dreary face
Happy I was not, for sadness had invaded it's place.
My eyes quickly diverted away from the mirror
And it was at that very moment a faint whisper I heard in my ear.
You are BEAUTIFUL!
Beautiful? I thought to myself, HA! There's no way I could be
I've shaved my head bare, every imperfection and flaw you can now see.
The VOICE answered back, and a whisper it was not.
You are beautiful my dear girl, but have you forgot?
The beauty you see with the naked eye is nothing more than a reflection from what's shining within
For true beauty lies deep down in the soul, and radiates a glorious light on the outside from in.
Your hair is not what makes you beautiful, and it definitely is not what makes you YOU
It's the heart that beats inside your chest, and the giving hands that continue to do.
Bald and beautiful; you no longer have hair to help you cover up and hide.
For now the focus is about the beauty that illuminates from the woman you are inside.