I've always think of myself as beautiful. My mother taught me to love myself and to see the beauty that resides in me, doesn't matter if it's inside or outside. So, I've grown thinking how blessed I am because my eyes are sparkly, my hair twistes and tangles and my smile can stop traffic. Not that I think that I'm as hot as the Megans or the Angelinas, because, c'mon, let's be realistic, but when I walk into a room in skin tight jeans and a nice top, I know they're looking at me...
But I haven't feel like myself lately. I'm not confortable in so much skin and so little bones. I had to come to terms with the fact that I do have some insecurities and I'm not loving 100% what the mirror is showing me. I am beautiful, of course I am beautiful, but looks like the inside is getting the head up. And even though I think that's what really matters, it's all part of the same thing. And anyways, however you'll look at the situation, health does come first and I'm no longer playing in the borderline of what it's good and what could kill me. Now or later.
So this is what this blog is gonna be about. Changes. Sacrifices. New beginnings. All for good. Cause I wanna look in the mirror and love even more what it shows. I wanna say loud and clear: Of course you're beautiful... inside and out.
Becca
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...
ResponderEliminarNuestro medio da demasiada importancia al cascaron, pero es un hecho, si nos vemos bien, nos sentimos bien, si nos sentimos bien somos mas seguros y proyectamos buenas vibras, si proyectamos buenas vibras, las cosas salen mejor, and so on. Sin embargo, todo tiene su limite, he visto demasiados blogs de chicas anorexicas o bulimicas. Cuando el medio se convierte en el fin, opps, como que no. Digo yo. Grs.
ResponderEliminar