"I hate that when I look at myself, all I see is stuff I want to change. I want to be thinner, a flatter stomach, thinner thighs, toned legs, one chin, bigger eyes, nicer smile, cheekbones….. a never ending list. I hate that because of the world we live in, medias constant message to girls is that we have to lose weight, we have to look like this, dress like, behave like this, do these things to be liked and loved and beautiful. On a bad day I am the ugliest girl on the planet. But when I think about it. I am far from ugly. I am unique. I may not be the skinniest girl in the catalogue, but I am me. I love clothes, I love dressing classy, I love expressing my own unique style, I love my crazy hair and goddammit if I had lived in ancient greece my thighs and my stomach would have made me a goddess. I have the curves of Aphrodite! So fuck you media and your perceptions of beauty. We need to stop telling girls that they’re too skinny or too fat. Because we are all so incrediably unique and so incrediably beautiful in our own ways and if we all could just stand in front of a mirror and think rationally about ourselves we could pick out all the things that are perfect about ourselves. So please stop telling girls they need to change. We all just need to learn to fall in love with ourselves so that media and the world can fall in love with us too."
"Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I have already heard the word rubbed raw across the flesh of so many girls before me. Thrown at them like rocks that beat the skin of those we do not understand. “You are beautiful”, we yell with such contempt. “God dammit, why won’t you just believe me, you’re beautiful!” It is not a compliment. It is a victory march of your own self sacrifice. “You’re beautiful,” we say through gritted teeth. “You’re beautiful,” we spit out through tears, looking at the reflection we hate. “You’re beautiful” we say, holding a body that has never felt the arms of another. Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. A word like that floats on the surface, give me something with depth. Tell me I’m intelligent. Tell me I’m courageous. Tell me that when I laugh the whole world smiles. Tell me that my voice is sweeter than strawberries. Remind me that my hands have helped flowers grow, painted the ocean, and captured the sky in my phone. Assure me that with a mind like mine, I can change the world. I don’t really care if it’s true. I’ve spent years trying to convince myself that beauty goes through and through. Don’t tell me I’m beautiful, I’ve felt the word splatter against me enough for a lifetime. I am better than the “beautiful” that slips from your lips. I am the ocean, 36,000 feet deep. There are parts of me you have never seen. I am outer space, infinite in your reach. I am not simply “beautiful”. I am a fucking masterpiece."
-Author unknown, read a few days ago on the internet (via happysikat)