Beautiful You:
[long but every girl must read this!]
today, i found out that three of my best guy friends talk to some slutty girl from new hampshire. now, i'm not the jealous type, but i looked at her facebook and you know what i saw? i saw a fake, slutty, pretty-only-with-make up- girl who is super skinny. i'm a really laid back person so i would usually just laugh about it. but this time, something hit me, hard. i felt like crawling up in a ball and just crying. have you ever felt that way? like you will never be good enough? i'm not a really emotional person but this time something was different. i'm still not that sure why, i think it's because that girl was so much prettier than me. all of a sudden, while staring at her flawless face and listening to the sound of the pounding rain outside, i felt a single tear run down my face. when did i become this girl? a girl who cared what other people thought about me? a girl who's outgoing, loud, loves life, and happy , and now i'm and insecure person who cries because her best guy friends talk to a gorgeous girl in a different state? who am i? when did this happen. as if in a trance, i made my way to the bathroom, and cried even harder at what i saw. i saw a 4.11, an athletic body, brown wavy hair, freckles and boring brown eyed girl who doesn't wear a lot of make up. i walked towards the mirror and said this is unfair. why does that mean girl get to be gorgeous and i'm just hideous. why? why why why why why? i pulled my sweat shirt hood over my head and laid down on the bathroom floor gasping for breath. then, as if God had done it for me, the rain stopped. for the first time that day it had stopped raining. i picked up my head, dried my tears and looked out the window and you know what i saw? i saw a opening in the sky where the sun was shining through, the blue sky showing as the clouds moved out of the way. i felt a huge smile creep onto my face. i walked outside and stood in the middle of my yard, letting the sun embrace me. i threw my arms up and spun around, smiling the whole time. at that moment i noticed something. i don't want to be 5.5, i like being small and cute. i don't want be stick skinny, i like my body. i don't want fake straightened blonde hair, i like my gentle brown. i wouldn't trade my freckles for a flawless face, they make me, me. and i love my brown eyes. and you know what? i don't need a lot of make up to be beautiful, i would rather have natural beauty. i laughed. i laughed because i cried because a girl was prettier than me. i cried because i wasn't gorgeous. i cried because i was unique and wasn't fake. but you know what? i'm stronger than that. anyone who's reading this is stronger than that.
be proud. be proud of who you are. there has never been a more beautiful you. your beautiful love, and don't let anyone ever tell you differently. so go, pick your head up high, and walk straight ahead. even in the worst of storms, then sun always finds a way to shine through. out with the darkness, in with the light.
x3smilegorgeous
