To an unborn daughter

You are the mirror. The object and the reflection of it at the same time.

Anything you feel is a piece of a voice you posses and its echo the key to your inner self.

You don´t need a compliment to see your beauty, nor a mirror to know you are the beauty.

In a world full of power to manipulate our understanding of beauty and how it´s measured, you need

to prefer to depend on nobodies word, but your own eyes, your own fingertips.

Do not seek anything by appearance , do  not try to understand its value by the manner it is payed.

I can not give you the world, but I have given you life, so you will continue being full of this.

Too full of life, to be half loved , my precious.

Embrace your flaws, grow within and know- how can you be

incomplete, when you are the only one that owns this imperfection ...?