Beautiful

There will come a day when someone will look at me and think I'm beautiful. They will look at the sparkle in my eyes instead of the bags that hang underneath. They will be captivated by my smile instead of my lack of hair. They will blush at the feeling of my hand against theirs, instead of blushing at the sight of scars. They will look at me and think I'm beautiful; and maybe one day I'll think that, too