"it's big. oversized. it's rough. bumpy. wrinkly. it's dirty, it's clumsy, it's unmanageable."
"it's small. precious. it's beautiful and gray. it's magnificent. it's gentle, it has grace. it's wonderful."
Thought says many things of what you are. It says these things as if they were meaningful. As if they actually defined you in some way.
But they do not.
Do you need to be some descriptions and not others? Why? What for?
What exactly is it that needs this? How do you know this is needed? What is being defined here at all? And by what exactly?
What beauty is —what the word attempts to point to— is the same as what the word 'love' attempts to point to. It has no preference for 'pretty' or 'ugly'. No need whatsoever of 'grace' over 'awkwardness'.
It shines as the utter fullness of itself. YOU shine as the utter fullness of yourself.
Good, bad, big, small, beautiful, ugly, graceful and awkward... You can never be defined.