Why do we rely on reflections to rate our beauty? Why do we trust so much in a reflection? Dirty mirrors make us think dirty things about ourselves. Why do we let a simple reflection determine whether we’re ‘pretty’ enough, ‘skinny’ enough, or even good enough? Why do we allow ourselves to be wounded by our reflection? To be stabbed at something that just stares back at us?
Darling, you’re good enough. You’ll always be.
Tell me who taught you that your beauty can be determined by a dirty mirror. Tell me who it was that put that filthy thought in you.
A dirty mirror will never be able to go into your soul and tell you that you are perfect. Nor will a clean mirror. Because honey, no piece of glass could ever be clean enough to show you how truly beautiful you really are.
So, if you don’t like your reflection; its okay. Don’t buy another mirror. Simply clean it. And I don’t mean the mirror, sweetheart. Clean the reflection. Clean the soul in that reflection. Clean it from those thoughts, because you are beautiful. No matter how dirty you feel, you are truly, amazingly gorgeous. And I promise you, that smile of yours, gosh, it kills us all.
Think beautiful, talk beautiful, be beautiful -wait, you already are.
Girl, put the mirror away. You have it all.
I’m a brand new blogger. I’ve always wanted to do this; write for the public. I was just afraid that my writing would be stolen or something awkward of that nature. So I just kept it to myself in my journals. Thing is, I don’t want to just write for me anymore. I want for others to be able to read my stuff, for them to know that there’s always going to be light after the tunnel, we just have to want it. And really, that’s what my writing is all about: Inspiration.
See, writing has helped me cope with many things. Things I didn’t know I could possibly experience. Writing has been there when humans weren’t and even when they were. Writing is like my drug. It gets me high in the sky when I feel so low that I want to go. And when I say go, I mean go. Writing has saved my life in ways that best friends couldnt. I don’t write because I want to anymore, I write because my feelings demand to lay on paper.
I want to do many things with my writing. One of them is save someone’s life. If I don’t get many readers, then that’s fine, but if I make a difference in at least ONE individual, I have done my job. I just don’t want anyone to give up no matter the struggle.
I’m here to tell you that you are good enough for every damn thing in this life. For every single thing. You have to go get it, that’s not enough though, you have to WANT it too. Fine! Don’t believe in yourself, but I will. I know you’re better than what you say you are. I know for a fact that you have something great up your sleeve, but you’re just afraid. I kow it. I’m the same way…
Look, I’m going to tell you a little story of mine; something that changed my life forever, but you have to hang on until the next time I blog so you can read it.
Hang in there & don’t forget: You’re Scarred with Strength.