My mom used to tell me not to change certain things about myself that I disliked, because other people work so hard to have those traits. My curly hair, my blue eyes, my golden brown hair color, my flawless unaltered skin, my height, and my weight. She used to tell me that there are women out there that do their hair for hours for it to fall flat, women that wear colored contacts to hide theirs, women that starve and diet and exercise to be thin, women that constantly wear heels to be tall, and women that regret their body transformations as they age. I never understood. And then this morning as I looked at myself in the mirror I saw what she was talking about. I’m tall, thin, with long golden brown curls, blue/green eyes, no tats, no piercings (other than ears), good facial features, and a mother that taught me to love me for what I see in the mirror. To some this may come off a bit conceded, but I assure you that’s not how it was intended. It’s meant to make everyone appreciate themselves as they are. Because what you may not like about yourself, others may be struggling to obtain.
Reblogging because every day needs a logic bomb
Put that in your pipe and smoke it. Words of wisdom