Beauty

I think everyone is beautiful if you really look at them. You just have to look with love, instead of judgement. There's something beautiful in the way life maps itself across the weathered face of an old woman, it tells her story, the laugh and worry lines of a life well lived. Or the scars on a girl's arms that mean she survived in the face of something unimaginably terrible, survived and moved on. Freckles splashed across a sweet heartshaped face and pale shoulders, like cinnamon, like kisses from the sun. They're not imperfections, they're... perfections. Because, what is perfect, anyway? There isn't one. There is no perfect. We are each made a little different. So either someone designed it so that all of us are ugly, or that all of us are beautiful. Either everyone is perfect, or no one is. The problem with it is our mindset. We invented perfect. It doesn't exist on its own. It is a human concept, a human idea, part of our natural impulse to strive, but it has backfired. You can waste your life wishing to be something else, or you can live it knowing that you are beautiful in your own right and recognizing beauty in others. And I'll tell you something else. At this age, girls look at one another and think, "If only I looked like her, if only I moved like her, if only I spoke like her, maybe I'd be irresistable." Something I've realized lately? Sexy isn't a look. It's not a walk. It's not a voice, or an expression, or a clothing style. It's not always having your makeup be perfect, or wearing pushup bras, or flipping your perfumed hair at the right moment. Sexy is a feeling. It's something you feel inside, and then others feel it from you. It's about confidence, about owning your own unique self and being totally alright with what you are. It comes from the inside, not the outside. You can paint and style and whiten and diet all you like, but until you let your guard down and let yourself feel comfortable in your own skin, you'll always be stuck wishing you looked like so-and-so. And that sucks, right? So start thinking you're beautiful, because you are, because we all are. The reason there is such a thing as beauty is because we are all different, and instead of appreciating that, we seem to obsess over it and try to fix it. I promise you, no one judges you as harshly as you do. Your face isn't ugly, your nose isn't misshapen, your hair isn't straw, your lips aren't too thin, your eyelashes are plenty long enough, and your body is fine the way it is. Your laugh doesn't sound obnoxious, and it's okay that you wore the same dress as that other girl today. You're already what you need to be. Just let your mind catch up, and relax.

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