“Beauty comes in different forms; realize yours.”
When I describe myself, I avoid the word beautiful.
I can tell myself I’m beautiful all I want, but I won’t believe it.
I believe the lies. I believe there is a certain size, hair color, race, height that is beautiful. I compare myself to others, and I’m the one who ends up feeling insignificant.
I can strive to look like one of those girls that are so naturally gifted with perfect skin and beautiful locks, or I can accept that I have flaws and put on a little foundation so I don’t feel as self-conscience or feel ashamed for dying my hair so that it’s lighter.
Beauty comes from feeling comfortable in your own skin.
As a teenager, I looked to friends and boys for approval. I may have even gone overboard with the makeup because I hadn’t yet realized that “less is more.” I never intended to feel ugly or unattractive, but those feelings came as my body changed and I went through the different stages of puberty.
I let media subtly bombard me into thinking a certain look is beautiful. Fortunately, I found out this “look” is modified, fake and unrealistic. There is no such thing as flawless.
Even with this knowledge of truth, I still buy into the lie. I see ladies who are more beautiful than me and I say, “Man, if only I could lose some weight” or “I need longer hair to be that beautiful.”
Newsflash: Everyone feels like they’re not pretty/beautiful/attractive enough.
Yes, that photoshopped celebrity is beautiful, but so is the mom who sports her salt and pepper hair or the girl with too many freckles.
Let’s start a movement to just accept beauty in all its forms. Let’s redefine beauty because beauty is diverse. It doesn’t fit in a box and it doesn’t come in one-size fits all. The sooner I learn that, the more accepting I will be of my own beauty as I change and age.