I Am Beautiful Too 

As a child, I often found myself staring into mirrors, asking, “Am I as beautiful as everyone else?”  The reflection didn’t always answer in a way that made me feel whole. Instead, it reflected doubt. And the harsh words of others — those comparisons — tried to dim my light, convincing me that I wasn’t enough.

But over time, I discovered a powerful truth: beauty comes in so many forms.  It’s not just about flawless skin, perfect hair, or meeting society’s standards. Beauty is in my smile, my dreams, and yes, even in my imperfections.  These things are mine. And each of them is beautiful in its own unique way.

Today, I stand taller and prouder, with the courage to say it loud and proud:
I am beautiful too. Beautiful not because I fit some mold, but for my kindness, my strength, and my unshakable belief in myself — even when the world makes me question it.

Beauty isn’t perfection. It’s in being whole. It’s in being unapologetically me — with all my flaws, my victories, and everything in between. Because that’s what makes me truly beautiful.