Reach For The Stars... Or Maybe Just The Top Shelf
I work in retail, so just understand right away that I hate my job. I don't care if I'm making money. I HATE MY JOB. The customers are one thing, but the overwhelming pressures to look like the models in the advertisements flashed all over the store are another.
I'm 5 feet, not an inch taller. I am under weight for someone my age but overweight for someone my height. I have chubby thighs. a muffin top, bingo wing arms, and everything else. I will NEVER look like a Victoria's Secret Angel, but that DOES NOT mean that I am any less beautiful than them.
My family pokes fun at my weight all the time. Constantly throwing around the word "fat", I have acquired the nickname "roundie" because apparently my body resembles a ball with arms and legs.
The girls on my floor in my dorm all have at some point looked at me and understood that they are better than I am because their metabolism is much faster than mine.
I have awful acne everywhere. It just runs in the family. I wake up in the morning, quickly wash my face and slather on makeup before anyone can see me and I don't wash it off until everyone is fast asleep.
Yes, I am self-concious, but no, I don't hate how I look. I think that my stretch marks from doing squats and my scars from picking pimples makes me unique. I think that the way I am is god damn good enough for me.
So why isn't it good enough for you?
When did it become about pleasing YOUR eyes when I'M the one who has to look in the mirror everyday?
Yes I workout a lot and eat healthy, but because I WANT TO. NOT because YOU'RE telling me that by doing this, I too can be beautiful.
I hate to tell you, but I'm already beautiful. And if you feel the need to tear people down because YOU don't like the way THEY look, maybe you should take a long look in your own mirror.
I may not be able to reach the top shelf in my store, but there's a step ladder hidden behind the dressing room mirror. I may not be perfect looking, but that doesn't mean there isn't a great story underneath my skin.
xoxo
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