This Model Celebrates All Types Of Beauty, One Poetic Line At A Time

"Where do you hold your beauty? Do you see it when you look in the mirror?"

"Where do you hold your beauty?" Myla Dalbesio begins in her poem for Allure magazine.

Back in March, Vogue magazine described Dalbesio's artistic work as "fearless, typically feminist, and always engaging," and her latest stab at poetry is nothing short of all three.

The empowering, body-positive poem begins with a question and delves deep into the ways in which the human body is beautiful; examining our eyes and our skin, our fingers and our hips, silencing body-shamers, one line at a time.

Dalbesio has been part of a larger conversation about body image since she was named Calvin Klein's "first plus-size model" back in 2014. The controversial announcement "sparked an important conversation about the 'in-between model,' women who aren't a size 0 but aren't a 14 either," Allure explains

"It's kind of confusing because I'm a bigger girl,' Dalbesio said at the time. 'I'm not the biggest girl on the market but I'm definitely bigger than all the girls [Calvin Klein] has ever worked with, so that is really intimidating.'"

Now, Dalbesio's poem for Allure delves back into the conversation, "[speaking] to this internal struggle so many women face over their body."

That said, we've pulled out some of the most beautiful moments from the poem to read below, but be sure to watch it from start to finish in the full video above.

"Where do you hold your beauty? Do you see it when you look in the mirror? Is it in your face, in the depth of your eyes, the hood of their lids, the pucker of your lips?"

"Is it in the pigment of your skin, soft and white like the inside of your favorite coffee mug, or rich and caramel like a perfectly roasted chicken? Or deep, and dark, and chocolatey brown?"

"Do you see it in your body, when you run and sweat and push and power through? When your chest is heaving, side cramping, knees shaking? When you're grinding? Is that when you see yourself clearly? See your muscles burning, stomach churning, testing the limits of your reality?"

"Face stinging from salt and sunshine, skin crispy and rough, sand between your fingers, crunched between your toes, do you see your beauty in the mirror of the sky? I can see it there."