Let me tell you something;
Your smile, your hair, your eyes, your hips, your legs, your waist, your everything.
I know it’s hard to believe it when the standards are Australian supermodels. I know it’s hard to believe it when you believe the mirror itself is fooling you. I know it’s hard to believe it when you see a picture of you and think a troll would look better.
But hey, you’re something beautiful.
Your laugh, your jokes, your shyness, your feelings, your qualities, your flaws, your everything.
Sometimes all you need is someone who will bring that little ounce of love you’d have for yourself out of you. It may take endless tries, and it might take one conversation. So when you liberate that love, thanks to a certain person, consider yourself lucky. Mainly because someone besides me or the people in your family has seen what an amazing and incredible person you are.
You’re something beautiful.
Flaws? You have them. Bad selfie angles? You have them. Influences by other supposedly perfect humans? You have them. Insecurities? You have them.
But it’s because you have them that I see you as beautiful, know that.
I say it again, love yourself. Love yourself like others love you.
Remember, you’re something beautiful.