I have thrown away years of my youth being consumed by negative body image. I believed that being beautiful meant being perfect. I convinced myself that in order to be beautiful, I had to fit into a certain mold. This mold was created by the outside world, culture and media and was so unattainable. The more I tried to fit in by abusing myself with diet and exercise, the more I would see myself as ugly which only further hurt my body image.
It took a lot of growing up and digging deep to realize that there is no such thing as perfect. Beauty comes in many different shape, sizes and forms. Being beautiful comes from confidence within and being able to wear your skin proudly. Being yourself with out any regrets is beautiful.
I am beautiful because I love this world. I am beautiful because I listen to my body and mind. I am beautiful be cause I am a daughter, sister, girlfriend and friend. I am beautiful because I speak my mind and hold nothing back. I am beautiful because I make people laugh. I am beautiful because I am alive.