One morning I decided that I was beautiful, and so I lived my life as if I was a beautiful person. I wear colors that I find glamorous, I wear no makeup because that makes me feel pretty, and it really helps. It doesn’t have anything to do with how the world views you. What matters is what you see. Your body is your home, and you must love it.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
One morning I decided that I was beautiful, and so I lived my life as if I was a beautiful person. I wear colors that I find glamorous, I wear no makeup because that makes me feel pretty, and it really helps. It doesn’t have anything to do with how the world views you. What matters is what you see. Your body is your home, and you must love it.
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