It took me years to fall in love with myself. It was a foreign idea throughout my childhood. I remember the jealousy I felt for the girls with flawless skin, and perfectly straight hair. I thought they were beautiful, and they were, but not in the most natural way. I wanted to be the girl who was beautiful after rolling out of bed at noon without any makeup besides the mascara from the night before. I wanted to be the girl who was effortlessly beautiful without giving it a second thought. I always admired those girls. I loved the security that radiated off them, like the shimmer of sunshine on delicately tan skin. It took me years to become one of those girls. It was a slow process. It took the shedding of a society built for flawless makeup ridden artificially created beauty. It took acceptance for who I am without the mask. It took forgiveness for the flaws I was blessed with at birth. It took years, but I'm finally there. I'm one of those naturally beautiful girls. I'm one of those girls that could careless about shaving, or washing their hair. I'm a girl without cares. I'm a girl in love with herself.