Before the rest of the world dare try to define you by their subpar standards of beauty, let me shine light upon who you really are, have always been, will always be.
Skin matching the earth, sprinkled with chips of Gold. Hair dancing with the trees, bound to reach the clouds. Spirit of pure strength, decedent of Kings, Queens, and warriors.
You were created in both strength and beauty. Many will envy and attempt to diminish your light, but fly high Queen, we were made for this.