Don't get me wrong, I'm not as vain as you think. I want to shout the statement out while wearing my lousiest jammies, with my hair that could be mistaken as a nesting place of baby vultures, my eyes puffy, my nails undone and my legs unshaved. So what's so beautiful about that?
And why should I subject myself to the norms of beauty? I'm just as fabulous as I am. What can I do?
I'm no stick figure. I don't fit in a size S dress. I develop pimples from time to time. I get callouses on my feet and have bruises on the most obvious places. I don't have blue or green or hazel eyes. I'm not filthy rich. I'm not your prime example of grace either: I laugh loud and dance clumsily to cheesy music. And I can't differentiate a dinner fork from a salad fork.
But I'm just as fabulous as I am.
I'm fabulous because I (believe I) have a kind heart. I'm fabulous because I'm witty and funny (most of the time that is). I'm fabulous because I'm intelligent. I'm fabulous because despite my imperfect skin, I can still carry myself well. And I'm beautiful just because...I am. (And yes, my dad thinks so too.)
This act of self praise may seem frivolous to others (as to myself, really hehe) but look: a lot of women suffer from insecurities and low self esteem. It's about time to give ourselves a break because the world doesn't stop from revolving just to comfort us when we feel ugly. I might as well go on with it feeling differently. I am worthy of attention, even if the attention just comes from myself. I'm fabulous, and I love myself.
Damn girl, that's a lot of self love already! I know, but what can I do?
I'm just too damn beautiful. And it shows!
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