I am beautiful

Created: May 27, 2007

In this mirror
I see magic
There’s no horror
It’s all basic

A pair of eyes
So filled with hope
Red chapped lips
With unwavering smile

It is neither perfect
Nor is it tragic
But it’s still magic
Because it’s there
It’s beautiful
And it’s me.

Have you ever had those moments, when you look at the mirror and you find the person on the other side truly beautiful? Well I have. It is not about being vain nor being conceited, it is about loving the fact of being ones self.

I have moments when I’m so insecure and I find myself hideous. Times, when I look at the mirror and hate the person staring back. But those are moments when I know that I’m just self conscious and just downright stupid.

Moments like this, on the other hand. Days when I find myself utterly beautiful, are days when my head thinks more clearly. These are the days when I love myself a little bit more than I used to. So when the day comes and I have moved from this moment to being insecure and miserable again, I would just read this entry again and I would remind myself that I’m beautiful. Others may not see that, I may not even see that sometimes, but there is no universal standard for beauty. BUT. There is a universal standard for feeling beautiful—and that is, loving yourself with all your flaws and imperfections. Because those things are the reason you are who you are.