Dear people with insecurities,
Let me begin by saying, you’re all beautiful. Now, I know that’s something you must hear a lot from the people who don’t quite understand how to handle other peoples’ self-doubt, but I too have been and still am a victim of this seemingly incurable condition. It’s almost impossible to pinpoint the reason for these feelings. Perhaps it's initially due to the media and the way they attract your attention toward the “beautiful” specimens that reside in glamorous Californian cities such as Hollywood or Beverly Hills. From the time we were young we’ve been idolizing these people for their fame and fortune, idealizing them as the perfect human.
I hate to be cliché, but nobody is perfect. There is not one person who has ever lived who was or is able to say that nothing has gone wrong in their lives that deterred them from happiness. Perfect is not defined monetarily or in looks. It is not a subjective word. Perfect is impossible, and that’s a reality we all face; the sooner we realize it, however, the sooner we are capable of making ourselves that much more confident.
The saying, “beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder,” is not simply a phrase, but a way of life. Sure, by societal standards, these people are the most profound images of beauty and grace. But, unlike perfection, beauty is subjective. Maybe my stomach isn’t perfectly flat, nor my eyes ice blue and my hair perfectly quaffed all hours of the day. Maybe I don’t have excess amounts of money to spend on grotesquely gaudy nothings. But none of those qualities define me.
And that’s the distinction we must make. There is a difference between them and me, because I am unique in my own way. There is no societal norm that defines my personality, my look, my purpose. And that goes for everyone. Live by the words of Dr. Seuss, “Today you are you that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is youer than you.”
Signed,
Beautiful