I used to only think I was beautiful when I saw a pretty selfie or how I looked from a certain angle in a picture. I only felt beautiful when I wore nice things and saw how well I did my eyebrows that day. When I woke up and saw that the pimple I had last week is gone now, that is when I felt like I had a chance to be beautiful. To others. I only thought I'm beautiful when I got complimented. But is it just about being TOLD I have nice dimples? A cute smile? My eyeliner looking "on point"?
It made me sad. To realize what my definition of beauty was when It came to myself. "My stomach is flat today, my skin looks clear and I wore a nice outfit. I look beautiful!". That's what I would say.
Not coming to realize that when my hair is messy and I'm wearing pajamas, I'm still the same person. The same person that I thought was beautiful when dolled up yesterday. But that beauty is gone. Now all that's left is my mind and the image of how I looked yesterday. How beautiful I looked. Now I'm just... overage. Maybe not even that. Ugly, possibly.
It made me sad. To realize what my definition of beauty was when It came to myself. "My stomach is flat today, my skin looks clear and I wore a nice outfit. I look beautiful!". That's what I would say.
Not coming to realize that when my hair is messy and I'm wearing pajamas, I'm still the same person. The same person that I thought was beautiful when dolled up yesterday. But that beauty is gone. Now all that's left is my mind and the image of how I looked yesterday. How beautiful I looked. Now I'm just... overage. Maybe not even that. Ugly, possibly.
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