What is real beauty? It seems like, as time goes on, the idea of beauty is getting warped into an unobtainable image; the perfect body, the perfect face, the perfect skin, everything smooth, flawless, and proportional. Perfect. Beauty. You are defined by the way you look; too small or not small enough, too crooked or too straight, too flat or too curly, you are judged.
After a while, when you look in the mirror, you hear their whispers taunting you, saying you’re not good enough, you’ll never be good enough. Your view of yourself starts to become skewed and clouded until you no longer see who you are, all you see are the flaws they have forced upon you.
There is some truth in their words; you are flawed, but that makes you beautiful. You’re human, not the plastic Barbie or Ken doll that society can shape to fit their own view of beauty. You’re flawed. You’re perfect. So what’s the answer to the question “What is real beauty?” Real beauty is being who you are regardless other’s opinions. Real beauty is being flawed and being proud of it. You are beautiful because you are perfectly flawed.
