your beautiful inside out
Today one of the women I manage at work paid me a compliment, and as always I brushed it off with a
no I’m not
She continued to say, how I shouldn’t hide behind the camera, and well it got me thinking
I’ve always had a problem with the way I look, and I guess most women do. We all have weight issues, ranging from a case of eating through comfort or not eating to ease pain( which ever the case). We all hate certain features, let’s face it if we didn’t plastic surgery wouldn’t be a hit.
Through childhood, my parents did make me feel beautiful, through puberty/adolescent/ crappy high school years I was the original asian ugly Betty!
I was bullied profusely being a size 14, with braces and acne and Nhs glasses.
I had no real friends, as I was fairly anti- social, and then I left school after 6th form
Due to some circumstances, I was pushed out of a degree and into the world of work at the age of 18. Being in an adult environment I started gaining social skills, and showing my personality not caring about the way I looked.
A few years ago I met my love..and he made me feel beautiful. But I soon realised, he also had the power to make me feel ugly too.
I’m still not good with compliments
I still only feel beautiful when he tells me
But unless I start believing I’m beautiful, I’ll never shake off the feeling of never quiet being good enough
So I’m now a size 12, and I’m not happy with my weight but it keeps me warm..but I guess I’m going to wake up everyday feeling beautiful
I am, beautiful