And all my life I’ve lived alone.
What it means to be beautiful, I’ve never known.
I’ve had partners but I pushed them all away,
My sense of ugliness was like a fort to keep love at bay.
Now, at fifty three, I take marriage vows again.
Love can kiss wrinkles, scars and sagging breasts.
Years have built my courage, and now I know.
Of being rejected, I fear no more.
And when we hold hands and walk on the beach,
Him wanting me to be forever within his reach,
When his rough fingers caress my ragged skin
I know, of love and beauty, love did win.
I look back with regret at all the years I spent
Crying over my disfigured nose, stretch marks and fat legs.
Oh! Why did I give it no thought?
That self-love, truly, is the greatest love of all.
You’ll feel only so much worth, as you give to yourself
‘Cause darling, nothing is sexier than confidence!