deadgirls: prosaicfairytales: Today, a little boy came up to me just as I was on my way home from th
deadgirls: prosaicfairytales: Today, a little boy came up to me just as I was on my way home from the park. He gave me one of those innocent but cheeky grins and told me I was pretty. I felt a smile coming onto my lips and heat flushed my face. He told me I looked even prettier when I blushed like that. I gave him a kiss on his chubby cheeks, patted his back, and hummed all the way home. Little did he know that his little compliment meant a great deal to me. These past few weeks I was feeling a lot down and depressed everytime I so much as watch tv or read a magazine or see myself in the mirror. I know society has its own standards of beauty, and I’m very much aware of the fact that I’d never get close to those limits, much less actually reach it. People say nothing matters more than what’s on the inside but the truth is that physical beauty would always come first. No matter how many people deny it. It’s the harsh truth of the world today, wherever the hell you look. That’s why I think blind people are the most honest people in the world. If they tell you you’re beautiful, you truly are because even though they don’t see you or even know who you are, you know how sincere they must be to try and tell you that. To everyone who is reading this, don’t ever think that you’re not pretty because you’re imperfect. Flaws are beautiful and they pretty much make a person who he or she is. Just remember this when you’re feeling down: Someone out there thinks you’re absolutely beautiful. If not for yourself, at least try and smile for them. -- source link