Did you say beautiful?

When I was young, I read many kinds of books, including fairy tales. Most of the books described heroes being impossibly handsome and heroines being unbelievably beautiful. So, I believed I had to be beautiful if I wanted to become a great person. It was a hard time for me. Whenever I looked at someone who was more beautiful than me, I get really stressed.

As I grew up, I began to realize outer beauty was not so important to make someone good. I know someone who has the heights, the looks and the money too, but she was really arrogant and nobody even liked her.

She believed that she could do everything she wanted because she was so beautiful, but she lost all her friends one by one. The good part though, is that she learned a lesson: inner beauty is more important than outer beauty.

But that doesn’t matter. In this world of advertisements where we’re being bombarded with stick thin models with porcelain white skins, it’s hard to believe that anybody would even dare try to date or like you.

And that’s the thing, people will be rude. They will look down on you and tell you things that would hurt you and wound your soul. And no matter what blogs and forums say about outer beauty not being important, you will feel and know that it DOES matter. The question is should you let these people and these things make you feel unloved?

No.

Because you are loved. And that’s the only thing you have to know. When people get you down, don’t simply raise your middle finger. Look them straight in the eye and tell them I WILL BE BIGGER THAN YOU. Walk tall, you won’t be inferior to other people if you don’t allow them to be superior than you.

Let this be your mantra, darling. Hold on to it and get back to me when you’re ready to tell the world you fucking survived.