True beauty rests in our own ability to see it.
Two years ago I went to India and met some incredible women, some of whom I am still very blessed to have in my life.
I went to India, calling myself shy and thinking I was ugly.
I came back, owning my confidence and thinking I might possibly be beautiful.
Tonight, I saw myself in the bathroom mirror and liked what I saw.
Genuinely. I saw beauty.
I might not be physically perfect (far from it), but I am beautiful. Something from deep within shines through, and I peacefully and humbly own and accept it. Am grateful for it.
If you can’t see my beauty, you probably can’t see your’s either, and my wish for you, is that you do own and accept your own beauty.