Pretty.



Ever since we were younger we knew what pretty meant.
We knew there was certain colors we had to wear and how to behave a certain way.
Now we’re getting older and need others to determine our self worth.
We depend on others to tell us we’re pretty, or how many likes we get on a picture.
We wait on others to tell us we are pretty, because we were taught to. 
But that should not be the case.
We are not our physical appearance.
We are not our grades.
We are not the clothes we wear. 
We are not that pimple by our nose, or the pudge of our stomachs.
We are the mismatched socks we wear.
We are our favorite music groups and tv shows. 
We are the way we make people feel.
We are the way we handle scary situations.
We are the way we talk to others.
We are masterpieces that should be shown to the world.
We are beautiful, because we are us. 

And that should mean more than what you look like.

-J.M.M 11.6.16


Hello all! Okay so here is a poem I wrote back in last November but I thought I would share it because it is very important that people know pretty can't be classified as one thing and everyone is beautiful. If you suffer with self esteem I promise you, you will learn to love the way you look one day. It may not be easy, trust me i've been there and am still getting through it, but it will get better.

xoxo,
jess

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