Dear World,
In your eyes:
I am not beautiful. I am not perfect. I am not standard.
I stand at 6'4...far above the average for a woman.
I weigh 185lbs...far heavier than you want me to be.
I am blonde...but without blue eyes.
My hair is wavy...not curly or straight.
My nose is too big.
My cheekbones too high.
I wear glasses.
I carry weight on my thighs and hips.
My feet are big.
My torso too long.
My legs too long.
Big palms, short fingers.
The list could be endless based on the things that you define as beautiful. I can stand in front of a mirror and hate myself based on all these traits and features that you say are wrong, and that make me an ugly duckling.
But I don't. I DON'T. I choose to find the beauty in all these features because they are what makes me ME. I accept that I am different, because I celebrate that I have been made this way.
No matter what kind of punishing exercise I put myself through, I will never be able to change the skeletal frame I was given, and the shape that it gives me. I will choose to stay fit, but I won't kill myself to look like my skeleton.
I can't change the shape of my eyes, or the height of my cheekbones, the length of my nose. I can't change my height, and I wouldn't want to. I like being able to reach the top shelf of things ;).
Why does beauty have to be standard? Why should women bow to what you want? And what made you the expert? Why should I blindly accept the standards you lay before me as truth? Why do we kill ourselves to become what you want us to become?
I don't think it's us that need changing. I think it's you. I think you need to step back and evaluate your standards of beauty, because yours are so skewed. But you won't. And that's the sad part. You will continually shove your UNATTAINABLE STANDARDS upon the world. And people will continually strive to meet these expectations. But not me, I'm stepping out.
I know that I may not be beautiful to you, but I am beautiful to me. I love my quirks. I cherish my body. I accept who I am. So I don't need you or your approval. I've got my own.
My dear dear friends who choose to read this:
Celebrate who you are. It's all you've got. Know that I find you beautiful no matter what.
So world, you carry on being unattainable. I'll be who I am.
Who am I? You should fear me, because I know and understand that:
I AM BEAUTIFUL.
