neuroplasticity

when i look in the mirror
i start to see someone beautiful
someone who knows her worth
and what makes her unique
the way my nose wrinkles when i laugh
and my eyes tear up when i read poetry
the way i love people
and my downward smile.
but what i came across is:
i want to be recognized as the things i relate to,
the intelligence and views on interesting topics.
universal beauty is a privilege, yet so shallow
what really counts within me is what remains
knowledge is what i am, what i consume
it makes me stronger
and my body is what holds it

- start of a revolution