Do I Feel Pretty

After thirty one years of life-
 Life,
 Do I feel pretty?
 As I lay next to next him,
 I watch him sleep -
 Peacefully.
 Does he make me feel pretty?
 Thirteen years of marriage,
 I wander- 
 Obsessively,
 Does he think I'm pretty?
 I try to calm myself.
 God, creator of all,
 Makes no mistakes.
 I have to be pretty!
Then as I close my eyes,
Drifting off,
Into a battle with my insecurities,
His arm reaches around me.
Pulling me into him,
Oh, ever so gently.
His warmth comforts me.
I can feel his breath on the back of my neck.
He whispers- 
"I love you."
 No- 
 I'm not pretty.
 I'm beautiful.

M. Lyn Church 
September 23, 2009
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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