I am not pretty.
I'm not blonde, I'm not skinny. I don't have perfect eyebrows, a perfect nose, the perfect body. I don't wear makeup and probably never will, and I'll never stop wearing the same old jeans, baggy t shirts and old converse sneakers. My hair is brown, and messy, and usually just thrown into a ponytail. My glasses cover most of my face, not glasses. I'm not tiny, and I never will be.
I am not pretty.
Maybe you're also not pretty. Maybe you just can't get your hair to look right, your makeup to not make you look like a clown. Maybe, like me, you don't wear makeup.
Maybe you're to skinny, or not skinny enough.
Maybe you're not pretty.
But, I assure you, you are beautiful.
Because true beauty doesn't come from a scale, from a mirror, from a magazine.
Beauty is about so much more.
It comes from the smile that light up your face, the laugh that's infectious. The heart of gold that can always be trusted, a mind that goes beyond the limits of what is expected.
It comes from our differences. That's what makes true beauty.
So no, you're never going to be cover-of-a-magazine, supermodel pretty.
But you are truly beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
Pink hats and Pussy cats
PoetryThe mind of a teenaged girl is one not routinely delved into in literature. Literature is written by ladies and men. Not girls. But that's about to change. We're loud, we're opinionated, and we will not be ignored.
