on beauty
growing up, i never thought of myself as "beautiful."
i was rarely asked out. i was never that girl that cute boys wanted to date. i was the girl that awkward boys wanted to marry. i had pretty bad acne. sophomore year, i chopped all of my hair off in i'd-rather-sleep-than-deal-with-curly-hair-and-humidity defiance. i didn't wear short skirts and heels to school like the majority of my classmates. in fact, i was voted "most casual dresser" senior year. what does that even mean?!
looking back, though, at that young age, i knew me. i liked me. i was happy.
and i think that's pretty beautiful.
i was rarely asked out. i was never that girl that cute boys wanted to date. i was the girl that awkward boys wanted to marry. i had pretty bad acne. sophomore year, i chopped all of my hair off in i'd-rather-sleep-than-deal-with-curly-hair-and-humidity defiance. i didn't wear short skirts and heels to school like the majority of my classmates. in fact, i was voted "most casual dresser" senior year. what does that even mean?!
looking back, though, at that young age, i knew me. i liked me. i was happy.
and i think that's pretty beautiful.