“My legs are too short, my arms are too long, my breasts are too small, my butt is too big, my nose is too high, my lips are too thin, my hair is just awful…”

Why do we have to keep beating ourselves up over these things? 

Who do we allow to set the standards these days? 

A friend of mine asked me the other day what I found attractive in the opposite sex and seemed to be surprised when I said “everything and anything” . What I meant was that every person is beautiful and attractive in their own way, as they say it- beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and it’s really so true, is it not? 

What’s the point in categorizing every feature of a person? Doesn’t that make us more robot-like? As if there’s a set definition to what’s beautiful, ugly, cute- and so on. And that’s only on the surface. What’s underneath makes a world of a difference.

Don’t our physical ‘imperfections’ make us who we are though? I thought uniqueness was supposed to be a beauty on its own.

And all the songs, movies and books about gaining self-esteem and loving who you are- they all seem to be so hard for people to grasp. 

Why is the negative so much easier to believe than the positive?

Nobody’s ‘perfect’ anyway, and here’s an amazing song by Natasha Bedingfield.

My nose is flat, my eyes are slanted, my tummy never looks the way I want it to and my upper body is unproportioned to my lower body and I could go on forever about things I used to call flaws and imperfections of my physical appearance.

Now I’ve learned that we all have our bad and good days, some days you feel great, some days you feel pretty crappy and your hair won’t listen to you, but regardless of which- you’re you.

And that’s the most beautiful person you can be.