From Me To You

Rainbows are pretty, and so are you

Rainbows are pretty, and so are you

She's crying in front of the mirror, her eyes all blotchy, red spots and wrinkle lines on her forehead. Her lips turned downwards, her smile is not in any way traceable, visible. She looks outside, it's raining. Maybe it's because the weather knows how to sympathize. She cries a little louder, her heart too heavy for her to carry, the weight of it hurts her ribcage, and it hurts her soul. She looks once more in front of the mirror, she's not pretty; she's not smart, she's not funny; she's not everything she wanted herself to be. She looks in the mirror and all she can see is failure scrawled into the mirror. A word that only she can read, a word that she can only see scribbled on the bathroom mirror. She cries, harder this time.

Outside, the rain continues to pour down. Great, she thinks. At least the world knows she's a failure too, maybe the sky is crying because she's such a failure.

But what she doesn't see is that if she tries hard enough, she'll see that the world is much kinder, much more loveable. She doesn't see that if she look at the glass as half full and not half empty the sun will start to peak outside the clouds and shine brightly upon her. She doesn't see that if she tries hard enough, the failure written in dark red lipstick scrawled across the bathroom mirror are no longer there, but instead, the bright colored lipstick is painted on her lips and instead of a frown, a smile is playing on her lips. She's smart, she just doesn't see it. She's funny, quirky in her own ways. She's pretty, but she doesn't see it because she looks at the bathroom mirror with blotched eyes and a frown, with dark circles under her eyes and with nothing but self-loathing. She doesn't see how sad the world is seeing her unhappy.

She cries some more, sob by sob, hiccup by hiccup, until her eyes runs out of tears; until there are no more tears left to cry. She felt somehow better upon crying, stacks of tissues scattered on the bathroom floor, a sign that a hurricane inside her has transpired. She looks at her face, she stops crying. Outside, the rain starts to slow down, and then a few minutes later, it finally stopped. She looks at the window, there's a rainbow that's starting to blend in with the sky. And then she wondered how pretty the sky gets even after crying. She admired how those seven distinct colors can brighten up the sky after a strong downpour of rain; and then she thought to herself, if the sky can still be beautiful even after a storm, so why can't I? I can do that too.

And that's the most beautiful thing she'd ever done for herself: to not give up.

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Hey my lovely fellas💗
I want you all to look at yourself in the mirror and believe that you are indeed beautiful both inside and outside.
And no matter what, I want you to love yourself too much that there wouldn't be any room for self-doubt x
Celebrate yourselves💞
I hope you all have a very great day or evening wherever you are 💗
And always be kind to yourself and to other people too xx

-liarsdiaries