A girl.

There once was a girl,
Who believed she could change the world.
She had beautiful brown eyes,
And soft brown hair.
She's the girl who often cared.
She could never believe,
That God made her perfect in her imperfections.
Because of what she saw when she looked at her reflection.
She wants to inspire,
But doesn't know where to start.
What she must know,
Is to say what's in her heart.
There once was a girl,
Who wanted to be noticed.
She had scarred skin,
And acne on her face.
She's on her way to recovery,
At her very own pace.