well ur smart, have flawless face, tall fit body, great skin, can still be beautiful w/ or w/out hair. of course u'd have no insecurities

I know a great deal of beautiful stupidly insecure women. The kind that pay thousands of dollars to turn themselves into Frankensteins, the kind that sit & take all kinds of abuse because they do not see the beauty in them. The kind that dole out abuse because they have no joy within them to share.

I didn't grow up thinking this way, for all my intelligence, for all my height, for my great skin, for all my options hair wise, for all this "body"?

I hated myself. There was a time I could not leave my house without eye liner on, or I felt completely hideous with the hair on my head, with how my clothes fit me, I wanted to be someone else's idea of beautiful. I hated my thighs, I hated my curves, I hated the color of my skin once too. I used to think my eyes were too bulgy, I hated my smile.

Fucking stupid right?

Nothing about me mattered. It wasn't until I let go of all those false misconceptions of others, it wasn't until I stopped trying to attain something completely unrealistic, that I could see my own true beauty, it wasn't until then, when I stopped caring, that I began to grow even more beautiful.

I suppose, yeah it's easy for me to talk cause I'm pretty.

But then you gotta ask, so what about all these other gorgeous ass unhappy ass bitches running 'round here?

Fuck is wrong with them?

It's not actually about what you have, none of those things you listed defined or changed how I felt about myself, nothing could convince me.

Apart from a simple change in my perception.

It's not just about being pretty.
It's about being strong.

Ask me anything