I'm growing weary of everyone's need to be obsessed with appearances. We are all so beautiful in all of our own ways.

whether extra pounds are had or lost

whether your teeth are an abnormal shade of white or if they're a little yellow 

whether you smile with dimples or without

whether you're painted with freckles or a tan

whether your hair is gorgeous or not quite what you'd hope 

whether your eyes are painted or bare

whether your clothes match or not

whether you're tall or short

whether you're taken or whether you're not

whether you smile or whether you cry

whether you can sing or whether you dance- whether you can do both or whether you're good at neither

whatever you look like in that bathing suit

whatever you sound like when you laugh

whatever you spray on your skin

whatever you look like when you run

whatever you look like when you're being silly

whatever vitamins you take

whatever weights you lift

whatever shampoos you use

whatever jewelry you decorate yourself with

it's all meaningless really. i honestly believe that being truly beautiful means not needing to prove to the world that you are at all. so what if someone else's face would look better on a magazine cover. all magazines and media do is breed more conceit, more vanity, and tell you better ways to please your man. you don't need anyone to tell you how to be beautiful. we were born with every single thing we've ever needed to be beautiful and handsome. in seventeen and a half years, i have come to find that true beauty is found in truth, in being yourself, in both your laughter and your tears. 

if, someday, i am ever blessed with children, they will know the absurdity of the media. if i ever have a little girl, she will know she is beautiful for reasons pertaining nothing to the color of her eyes or the clothes she wears. if i ever have a little boy, he will know the value of looking into someone's soul to find beauty there instead.