Beauty

Whenever I am feeling down, I shall read this to myself.

No one is perfect. Beauty lies deep within ones soul. Beauty is a girl who is 280 lbs but still manages to look at herself in the mirror and think she’s a diva. Beauty is confidence. Beauty is a woman with breast cancer and is not sitting down crying about it; she’s fighting it with all her strength. Beauty is someone who does the right thing even if people may judge them for it. Beauty is a pregnant woman. She’s your mother, grandmother, aunt, sister, best friend, the girl next door. Beauty is blind. It isn’t seen, but can be felt through the heart. It’s looking into someone’s eyes, heart, mind, and soul and seeing the light they hold them. Beauty is a girl who tries with all her might and puts 100% effort into doing something. Beauty is a girl who laughs when she stumbles. It’s tragic when a girl doesn’t see the beauty inside herself. Beauty is a girl who puts it all on the line and has no regrets. It’s sad when all she sees is just her reflection in the mirror. It’s sad when she lets television, models, music, and others shallowness make her feel any less beautiful.

I don’t see a fat girl when I look in a mirror. If I could break every mirror I would sometimes. But without mirrors… how would I know how awesome I looked in my outfit?