Imperfectly Beautiful

The one question that’s been bugging everyone for ages: what is beauty? And the million sub-questions that come after it that includes ‘Why am I not beautiful?’, ‘Why was I born ugly?’, ‘What is being beautiful?’, ‘Can I become beautiful?’  Oh mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all?

Nobody would disagree when I say that every one of us always finds a flaw within ourselves. Being zit-faced, a few pounds overweight, flat-chested, yada yada are the usual complains I hear, and I myself am no exception. It’s true that feeling good about yourself gives you the confidence you need to succeed in your endeavours, but what if your pessimistic side takes over your optimism of your current look even if you look fine to everyone?

The feeling of insecurity caused by discontentment of one’s body makes a person do desperate things unimaginable. Take for example fad diets and its mythical effectiveness in losing weight. You not only spend money on these fake diets, but you also risk your health by jeopardizing your food intake because of some scam that promises you 50 pounds off in a week. Media and its fetishes, indeed, will forever be the cause of everyone’s beauty dilemmas.

Looking perfect is good, but looking good is not bad and looking bad is definitely not a sin. No one is perfect, not even that pretty girl/ cute guy beside you. Ask that person and she/he will tell you a thing or two she/he doesn’t like about herself/himself.

What’s trending worldwide is the so-called plastic surgery to ‘enhance’ physical appeal or air brushing and digital editing to ‘perfect’ the picture. The truth is you’re more beautiful than you think. 

Whenever you start hating yourself for how you look, always remind yourself that true friends and true love care least about the things you feel insecure about because it’s those imperfections that made them stay with you.

Sincerely yours,