After 28 years, I'm finally starting to come to terms to be happy with myself.
It's been a long struggle of dieting, trying to look more like what I thought beautiful is, exercising, then getting frustrated and pigging out, bouts of laziness and all that...
I may not think I've reached my goal or my idea of perfection, but its only now that I realize that it doesn't matter.
What I need to keep in check is if I feel beautiful within which is more often than not affirmed when I feel God work within me.
This is a beautiful quote which is very appropriate.
There have been times that I have frowned upon people for complimenting me about being pretty because I did not believe them or because I thought they were pulling my leg.
I'm choosing to let go.
I won't have a fixed convention of beauty that's measurable by weight, how clear my skin is at the moment or how perfectly I've done my makeup.
I will try to no longer be fooled by media and advertising that tries to convince me how physically imperfect I am.
I am and will always be beautiful as long as I love, as long as I am kind to others, as long as I am giving of myself, as long as I am not judgmental.