That beauty is already there, my friend, as others are telling you. That's one of the things we discover as we recover: that the terrible things we learned to believe about ourselves as boys were all false lessons and lies from the abusers. I cried the first time I looked in the mirror in the morning and realized that I no longer hated myself for being me.
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me. (Woody Guthrie)