A Broken Nose && A Black Eye

In high school, I spent hours on my hair and make up. I had to look PERFECT every day. I would not leave the house if I had a zit that wouldn't be covered.
Really.
I was THAT girl.
This lack of confidence carried through to college, and even until a few short months ago.
What changed?
Honestly, it wasn't till I broke my nose that I realized what it was.

I finally find myself pretty. I rarely wear all the make up I used to. In fact I have slowly begun to wear less and less. I mean, I wear enough that I get ready in the morning, but I don't put on the pounds like I used to because I have real beauty.

We all have real and true beauty.
Yet, we allow others to define our sense of beauty and our view becomes distorted through the media. Did you know that there has not been a single picture put out by any media source in over a decade that hasn't been doctored.(USA Today) Now I'm not talking about just removing a blemish. I'm speaking of enlarging eyes, puffing lips, shrinking wrinkles, arm sides, and breast enlargements. They take a picture of a real person, make it fake, and then allow us to believe its real.

The people we see are not real beauty. They are real people who are beautiful, but the pictures are false advertisement. It's the same thing as seeing a sign say that a candy bar is a dollar, but you then pay $2.50.

Take a stand and believe in yourself. Tell yourself you are pretty, because you are.
Believe in true beauty.
Chose to be better than the media.
Develop the best, prettiest you.

Confidence is the most attractive quality people can have.

So if today is a day you are feeling ugly. Stop it. Knock it off.
Feel pretty, because you are.

To the women:
Don't compare yourself to someone else. We all here with our divine talents to support others and to become the best we can be. Each of us are blessed, and each of us are created with love, passion, and beauty.

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