For every time you’ve been expected to manage things on your own, because you’re the only one not complaining.
For every time you haven’t received the consideration you deserve because you’re the one considering everyone else.
For every time you’ve stood quietly by my side amidst a tangle of conversation and given me that smirk that says, “We will talk about this later.”
For every time you’ve seen what is unlovely in others and loved them all the more.
For each of these and all the rest, you are beautiful.
Even more beautiful than you appear.