It’s late so I really should be asleep but I just finished “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” and now I’m sad because every girl in the book had low self esteem and that’s heart breaking for me. Because a couple years ago that was me. I can still remember what it’s like to hate myself. It was horrible. And so now I’m thinking about how many girls went to bed tonight hating themselves and how many will carry their low self esteem into adulthood.
I wish girls would just see that they’re more than just a face. And that it’s more important to try living a beautiful life by being themselves rather than striving for a beautiful body or face. I wish someone helped me realize that back when I was 14. If I could’ve seen that what makes me beautiful was not my face or how many people liked me, but the funny laugh I do when I’m really happy or how my eyes light up when I’m talking about astronomy or books, or even the way that I study and bust out into a perfect Russian accent to help me remember things.
And if I can be that complex and weirdly stunning at the same time, then so can everyone else. I really do care about who ever bothers to read my blog and so I mean it when I say that I hope you think you’re beautiful and precious. Please don’t hate yourself.