It’s taken twenty six long years. When I was eighteen, I would have never posted a picture of myself without make up on my blog. Not even when I was twenty three. It’s taken me a very long time to be okay with what I look like and really grow into myself.
While I love make up because it is fun and sometimes even artistic, we’ve become a society that is so fixed on perfect. Long lashes, plump lips, small waist, big butt and boobs, bleached hair. These are signs of a perfect woman. But who decides this? The magazines? Entertainment biz?
We need to take back what being beautiful really means.
Being beautiful means accepting my frizzy hair, my blonde lashes and my gummy smile.
Being beautiful means lifting weights and becoming stronger, not skinnier.
Being beautiful means loving unconditionally.
Being beautiful means having confidence in your abilities.
Being beautiful means picking yourself up over and over again after every failure.
Being beautiful means being yourself, no apologies.
You, yes you, reading this right now. If no one has told you yet today: YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL JUST THE WAY YOU ARE.
What does being beautiful mean to you? Comment below!