My friend posted a picture on Facebook of Marilyn Monroe in a bathing suit. And you know what? She was not a twig. That made me smile.
I certainly am not a twig. I'm closer to a tree trunk than a twig. But I want to believe that I'm beautiful. My boyfriend says I am. My mom says that there is no such thing as an ugly person (physically, she means... my mom made that point clear- there ARE ugly spirited people). My dad, though he does say that I'm fat, says that I'm pretty. Why is it so hard for me to see it?
I am going to love myself a little bit more. I think that I can be pretty. I don't wear make-up but I think I can still be pretty without it.
I'm going to close with five things about myself that I think are beautiful:
1) My smile
2) I think I have a cute nose (that is obviously Filipino...hehehe)
3) um... my ears are... shaped... like... ears? Lol.
4) I have deep brown eyes. I like my eyes.
5) My hands. I know you can't see them, but they're pretty small. Not slender, but small. They match me. I'm small but not slender...