After 3 years of trying to perfect myself, almost starving myself, working my butt of fto be in shape, it finally hit me. I can't be perfect, but I can be me. I don't have to be a size 3 or a bleach blonde to be happy. I have to do what I want, give it my all, and surround myself with people who love me for me. I love my flaws now, how else would I be able to stand out? Flaws make us real, make us relatable.
Next time you see a picture of someone you think is beautiful, don't focus on their physical traits. Find the additude they seem to have and strive for that. Beauty is being yourself, even when the whole world defines it differently.