You are beautiful.
Sounds cliché, right? How many times have we heard that as girls? Everywhere from Pinterest to instagram to your favorite blog has been flooded with uplifting messages encouraging us to love ourselves just as we are. If you’re like me, you’ve read those posts and felt a hint of encouragement and a fleeting hope of finally getting it. I say fleeting because for a long time, that revelation would soon slip through my fingers and I would find myself back in the whirlwind of my toxic thoughts.
Beauty is power. There is something captivating about a woman who walks in the fullness and confidence of her beauty. Her beauty, not someone else’s. She doesn’t have to be a size 2. Her lips may be thin, her freckles dark and her laugh lines set. But she knows those things don’t add or take away from who she is as a woman.
You see, once we realize that our appearance can’t add or take value away from our hearts, the power that was once stolen from us is taken back into our possession. No longer are we slaves to the master who always tells us to try harder, yet insists that we are never good enough.
For a long time, my master was bulimia. It had an ugly way of making me feel like I always needed it despite its true desire to destroy me. I was never good enough for it. So, when I would read blog posts encouraging me to love myself for who I am, its message couldn’t sink in because I had given my mind access to a master that said I would never be lovable, beautiful, or worthy despite my best efforts.
I realize that I am rambling a bit. Maybe because I don’t have a whole lot to say other than that I want girls to take their power back. Maybe because I have everything to say and no way to really narrow down my thoughts on the subject. Maybe because insecurity and self-hate haunted me as a little girl and I feel this overwhelming urge to see them both destroyed in my generation and family. It could be because I am tired of seeing people I love, young and old, serving a master that will never give them what they have wanted since they were old enough to ask for their first Barbie…beauty.
You are beautiful. You are powerful.
To the girl who feels like you will never live up to your family’s expectations and dreams for you, you are beautiful and you are powerful.
To the girl who spends her free time on the elliptical and yet can still never look quite right in your swimsuit, you are beautiful. Be kind to yourself.
To the girl who just spent an hour pinning “motivational pins” filled with models in bikinis and “thinspirational quotes,” you are beautiful and you are enough.
To the girl who just ate an entire chocolate bar, five stale cookies, half of a leftover pie and handfuls of chocolate chips, you are beautiful. We’ve all been there. Life will go on.
To the girl who just spent the last nine months nurturing and giving life to another human being despite feeling sick, tired, and scared, you are beautiful. Your body just created a human being, don’t be so hard on yourself.
To the girl whose youth seems like a distant memory and your face trails the places where laughs, smiles, and tears once resided, you are beautiful. Your best days are ahead of you.
You see, we are all beautiful. Who we are, our laughs, our curves, our wrinkles, the way our hair falls in front of our face after a long day, the sound of a nervous giggle in front of our crush, the way our arms feel when they are wrapped around the ones we love and even our flaws all tell a story of where we once were and where we are going.
Be kind to yourself.
You are beautiful.
You are powerful.
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