The funny thing, or not so funny thing, about our perception of beauty towards others and towards ourselves, is that they are on completely different scales. I run around all day seeing the beauty in other women. I hear their insecurities, but think how there is no need for the harsh words they tell themselves. …
I still battle every picture to feel beautiful. I still feel insecure without make up. I still like a filter or two. But, at least it is still me.
Not a dog
Not a unicorn
Not some mystical mermaid
One day I will beat this battle to feel BEAUTIFUL enough for a picture.
I will be Bare faced and beautiful
I will be flaws and all beautiful
I will amazon warrior this battle to feel beautiful
And I will be proud of it.