I've never felt beautiful in my life. I was a cute baby, but that was where I peaked. Sure, I had days where I felt "cute" but they were few and far between. I hate to have my picture taken because I see all my flaws, so I became the person who takes the pictures.
But then there was the day last fall, on the beach with my boy, having a
horrendous hair day, but loving life, loving my boy, and just being in
the moment. I look at those pictures and I feel beautiful.
then there was that day a few months ago, walking in to a room full of people who love
me, feeling nervous and on display, but I can see the happiness on my
face and I know I look beautiful.
Proof that beauty comes from
within; when you feel good, you look good; and that love can work
wonders. It's not about the extra weight, the bad hair, the imperfect
smile; it's in the love, the joy, and the laughter.