I don't know why I look at myself the way I do. I'm beautiful. Everyone is beautiful. There is always someone out there to love you. You may not have a boy friend or a girlfriend. You may not be the weight you'd like to be. You may have acne or a big forehead or braces. But that's okay, because you're beautiful, all because God created you. You're a beautiful being because He took the time out of His day to dream you up. Some of the most seemingly confident people are really insecure deep down inside. It may seem annoying when someone imitates you, especially a younger sibling, but that's okay, because you know what? When they say "imitation is the most sincere form of flattery," they mean it. If you find someone wanting to copy you, be cool about it. It should be considered an honor for someone to want to be like you. Regardless, you are beautiful in everything you do. You are beautiful because you simply are. You're alive, you're breathing, you're a human being, for Pete's sake. Isn't that enough to prove that you are beautiful? You are worthy of being loved, you are loved, and you will be loved. Forever remember that. I break down crying every single day. Just once, usually. It's typically because I find an imperfection to whine about and focus on. But then, even if it takes days, I realize...
It's not an imperfection.
It's a beautification.
It's what makes me, me.
Wake up every morning and look in the mirror. Look at yourself and promise yourself that you will accomplish something that day. Promise yourself that you will call yourself beautiful at least three times each day. You know why? Because you are. You really are. I think you are, even if you don't. So does God. The angels look upon you with smiles and send down their blessings in ways and forms that you may not even realize are there. And they're there, just for you! Rejoice in the fact that you are a beautiful creature. A human. Even as I write this, I think about myself and can't help but to frown a little bit. But I know that in the end, it doesn't matter. Beauty comes from within, truly. So if you're the type that constantly fiddles with your outer appearance in order to become beautiful, stop and think- shouldn't you work on your inner first?
It's not an imperfection.
It's a beautification.
It's what makes me, me.
Wake up every morning and look in the mirror. Look at yourself and promise yourself that you will accomplish something that day. Promise yourself that you will call yourself beautiful at least three times each day. You know why? Because you are. You really are. I think you are, even if you don't. So does God. The angels look upon you with smiles and send down their blessings in ways and forms that you may not even realize are there. And they're there, just for you! Rejoice in the fact that you are a beautiful creature. A human. Even as I write this, I think about myself and can't help but to frown a little bit. But I know that in the end, it doesn't matter. Beauty comes from within, truly. So if you're the type that constantly fiddles with your outer appearance in order to become beautiful, stop and think- shouldn't you work on your inner first?
