I am beautiful. Not because I have the perfect body, which I don’t, not because I have a perfect face, which i don’t, and not because I am perfect, which, as hard as it is to admit, I’m not. I am beautiful because of the imperfections.
Because of the way I can make fun of myself, the way I can be silly and fun and not care what others think. Because of the way I love and am loved. Because of the issues I face and have faced. Because of the things I’ve gotten through with the support of others and the support I give back.
Because I’ve had strong women for role models, who may not feel beautiful themselves but are, despite what they think. Because of them, I’ve grown into a strong independent woman who, despite everything else, is beautiful.