I am beautiful. I get up and walk around in the world, and I even look people in the eye as I pass them on the sidewalk. I’m getting better at it every day. I used to be a nothing girl from a dried and dead coal mine in the middle of nowhere, but I saw colors everywhere. Then, I grew two perfect little people inside the hollow of my womb. I fed them and held them and they are precious diamonds on the bleak face of a mean world. Because of me, my girls are healthy and happy. Because of my strength and beauty, the world holds something good, forever. I am beautiful because I’m Mommy.