I was 10.
I wasn’t born with physical beauty. I have scars. I have a keloid. I have flat nose. I am dark. I am short. My eyesight isn’t perfect. When I was 10, I used to believe that what defines “beauty” is the exact opposite of me. I was a cry-baby.
Then I was 20.
I was unpredictable -one minute happy, another minute sad. I easily got jealous. I was always bitter. I was suicidal. I hurt and blame myself when things don’t turn the way I wanted. I hated every thing and every one that made me sad and made me feel broken. I loved everyone that made me happy. I hold grudges. I was a cry-baby.
Today, I turned 30.
Nothing has ever changed or improved from since I was 10 except that I have gained enough weight to no longer be categorized as “underweight”. I am still short. I still have a flat nose but through time it has become my most favorite part (of my face). Ahaha! My eyesight was never corrected. I still have my scars and a keloid. I am still a cry-baby, easily getting teary-eyed on even just witnessing a simple good deed.
So many things about me have stayed the same, yet how I see things changes through the years.
I learned that no matter how ugly you may think you are, there will always be somebody who thinks you are wonderful.
I have learned to appreciate myself more.
And I think I love myself now more than I did the past decades.🙂