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.