All my life, I’ve wanted to be unique. I’ve wanted to be special. I never realized that I already am, just by being myself. There’s nobody like me. Nobody else can be me. There’s nobody like you. Twins may share features but your thoughts are all your own. You can create wonderful things; you can be anything.
The only definition of you that matters is how you define yourself. All my life I’ve cared so much about how everyone thinks of me, but gave no thought to what I think of myself. I’m kind, and I’m too hard on myself.
When I was younger, I never thought I was beautiful. I never believed the people who told me I was beautiful, of which there were abundance, because no one in the magazines looked like me. I thought my jaw was too square, my face was too wide, my lips weren’t big enough, and my eyes were too prominent. I hated my laugh lines.
Since then I’ve realized that being different doesn’t mean that I’m not beautiful. Just because I don’t look like Keira Knightley or Megan Fox doesn’t mean that I’m not as pretty as they are. I am beautiful because I’m not just my features. I am a whole human being.
We are all so concerned with images, with how we look or appear, but we don’t often look at a woman in a magazine and wonder what her dreams are. They’re not just shells. Models aren’t just there to look at. They still go home like everyone else, and they still have insecurities.
Imagine a world of no judgment, where none of us have to feel insecure about anything.