Beautiful.

Being a girl is hard. You know, with the monthly visit from aunt flo, the over-priced bras that we need to buy every now and then and yes, the struggle of wearing heels.

I don’t think men understand how hard it is being born with a vagina.

But, this post is not about how I wish my parents would let me go out after dark because we’re not in the 20^th century anymore and let’s just say that ship of being a housewife and calling it a career has sailed.

Women are smart now, they’re taking over the world and they are being given equal chances so what is this post about?

It’s about how not having a thigh gap or how having acne or how not being born with the prettiest eyes matters?

I have spent the afternoon thinking about who gave guys the right to divide us into beautiful and ugly?

Not even guys, for that matter. Girls judge other girls more than guys and you would know that yourself.

The first time I heard the word beautiful, I didn’t know what it meant.

Then when I looked it up, I felt bad because I wasn’t beautiful. That’s what I thought about.

I used to stalk my seniors on facebook and I used to compliment them and think to myself that you will never be beautiful. I used to look in the mirror and I used to be sad because I wanted to be beautiful but I knew I wasn’t.

Then one day I was in a park somewhere and I looked at an old lady who was probably in her late sixties. She was sitting on a bench smiling, looking at her grandchildren playing. That’s when I thought to myself, that “oh my god, that’s beautiful.”

That day I realized that beauty is a perception and it’s not defined even though the dictionary has stupid meaning you can refer to.

That day I went home, looked in the mirror and for the first time in my life, I felt beautiful. Not because my pimples weren’t there anymore or because I had lost weight but simply because I knew that beauty is not about how I look.

It’s funny how people think that the way they look decides If they’re beautiful or not.

I could give you a very stupid example about how my best friend in the whole world doesn’t uses make up at all and the rest of my girlfriends know how to contour and use lipstick but whenever we’re in a room together, she’s still the most beautiful girl.

Others might not feel that, but that’s the truth.

So this post is about how I want you all to stop. Stop thinking about when are you going to fit in that jeans or about when are you going to get rid of that scar on your face.

No lipstick, no clothes can make you beautiful because honey, you already are.