I took this picture on a downtown Birmingham street. I am obsessed whenever I see this; I must have a picture of it.
Why am I obsessed with it?
Because it took me so long to be able to define "beautiful."
I have struggled my entire adult life with how I look; and from what I can remember it goes all the way back to the fourth grade. Why is the boy that I like paying attention to that girl with the beautiful blonde hair and perfect nose and not me at all? Ever since I can remember, I've compared myself with pretty much everyone I've met. I was never satisfied with who I was or what I looked like.
So what did I do? I became this little shell of a girl that hid behind her books and just begged to blend in. Sitting in the back of glass, not raising my hand, not ever drawing attention to myself. I remember being in high school and being in such a funk because my younger sister was going out on dates, and I had never even been asked. I would sit in my room and just cry thinking about how ugly I was.
It wasn't until I got to college where I finally decided to stop caring. Conveniently when that happened, I had my first serious boyfriend, Joseph, who told me I was so beautiful that he couldn't even believe I was interested in him. And I know that sounds like I base my entire opinion of myself from what one dumb college freshman boy said to me on a first date, but it wasn't like that.
After he told me that, I honestly stopped caring so much about what other people thought of how I looked. I stopped putting myself down every time I looked in the mirror, because honestly what was the point? Not everyone in the world is going to think you're pretty, and there's really not a whole lot you can do about that.
Except tell someone once a day that they're beautiful. Don't put people down, because seriously, what's the point?
And since I honestly don't care, I will share the most embarrassing picture of me probably known to man.
If you can find a more humiliating picture of yourself, wait...I don't know if there could be one!
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