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- Posted: Thu, 09 Feb 2012 05:15:40 +0000
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Hello everyone! I'm entering in a contest at school that requires me (in 500 words or less) to explain why I am beautiful. I would love feed back if you would be so kind as to read it. Thank you! heart
In today’s society, being beautiful is a very twisted concept. For most people, being beautiful means having nice hair, wearing makeup, and watching your weight - even when it means not being healthy. External beauty is so important nowadays that personality has no meaning. But the most beautiful people are those who are kind, and those who care about other people. A beautiful person is honest and trustworthy. It is rare that you would find someone who is beautiful both inside and out. Almost always, a person with external beauty lets it get to their head.
I may not have the most amazing skin, and my hair is definitely far from manageable. My arms are more gangly than most people would want and my posture could use some fixing. But through all that, I’m happy with who I am. I’m not particularly worried with the way others see me, because I know that as long as I feel beautiful, at least on the inside, I really will be. I see how other people (especially girls) worry constantly about their hair and their makeup, and I don’t feel like I wouldn't be me if I were to behave that way. When I wake up in the morning my hair is tangled to the point where I can hardly brush it. But that’s the way I like it. That’s a beautiful thing, to be imperfect. We would all go crazy if we were perfect. If we were meant to be flawless, we would be robots; all the same. And who would trade this world full of unique beings for such a dull existence? While they spend and hour in front of the mirror, their life is trickling away. Things are going on outside, the world is continuing regardless of the state of their face. And all the while I’ll be on my bike or in a tree reading a book, doing what makes me feel fulfilled.
I can’t say how I’ll feel about my image many years from today, but at least for now, I’d like to stay myself. With my asymmetric face and scattered freckles, my hair that sticks up in all directions and my arms that sway in the breeze. Because even if I had a chance to change all those things, I wouldn’t. Who would I be, if I changed all the things unique to me? I would be somebody else. And I like the flawed, plain me. I wouldn’t change it for the world. All the things that others would change are the ones I want to keep, because they make me different and special. So I’m not going to alter the natural state of my body with cosmetics, because the way I am is perfectly imperfect, and I intend to stay that way forever.
Hello everyone! I'm entering in a contest at school that requires me (in 500 words or less) to explain why I am beautiful. I would love feed back if you would be so kind as to read it. Thank you! heart
In today’s society, being beautiful is a very twisted concept. For most people, being beautiful means having nice hair, wearing makeup, and watching your weight - even when it means not being healthy. External beauty is so important nowadays that personality has no meaning. But the most beautiful people are those who are kind, and those who care about other people. A beautiful person is honest and trustworthy. It is rare that you would find someone who is beautiful both inside and out. Almost always, a person with external beauty lets it get to their head.
I may not have the most amazing skin, and my hair is definitely far from manageable. My arms are more gangly than most people would want and my posture could use some fixing. But through all that, I’m happy with who I am. I’m not particularly worried with the way others see me, because I know that as long as I feel beautiful, at least on the inside, I really will be. I see how other people (especially girls) worry constantly about their hair and their makeup, and I don’t feel like I wouldn't be me if I were to behave that way. When I wake up in the morning my hair is tangled to the point where I can hardly brush it. But that’s the way I like it. That’s a beautiful thing, to be imperfect. We would all go crazy if we were perfect. If we were meant to be flawless, we would be robots; all the same. And who would trade this world full of unique beings for such a dull existence? While they spend and hour in front of the mirror, their life is trickling away. Things are going on outside, the world is continuing regardless of the state of their face. And all the while I’ll be on my bike or in a tree reading a book, doing what makes me feel fulfilled.
I can’t say how I’ll feel about my image many years from today, but at least for now, I’d like to stay myself. With my asymmetric face and scattered freckles, my hair that sticks up in all directions and my arms that sway in the breeze. Because even if I had a chance to change all those things, I wouldn’t. Who would I be, if I changed all the things unique to me? I would be somebody else. And I like the flawed, plain me. I wouldn’t change it for the world. All the things that others would change are the ones I want to keep, because they make me different and special. So I’m not going to alter the natural state of my body with cosmetics, because the way I am is perfectly imperfect, and I intend to stay that way forever.
