I’m no beauty queen, I’m just beautiful me

“We accept the love we think we deserve” -Stephen Chbosky. The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

In order for us to get off on the right foot, it is only reasonable that we start with my favorite quote from my favorite book of all time.

Throughout my entire life, I have always been told that you need to be a certain way; act a certain way; cross your legs a certain way. You couldn’t be someone if you didn’t fit the status quo (*insert big HSM musical number*) Our generation has grown up on the myth that only a certain group of people are beautiful and worthy. My name is Taylore, and I’very grown up hearing this along from everyone as well. I’m here to tell you that they’re wrong.

You aren’t beautiful in the way that you look, or the way that everyone wants you to be. It’s like telling a star shaped block to fit into a circle shaped hole. It’s never going to work. You can squeeze the points off the star to be a seriously deformed circle, maybe then it will fit, but you’ve lost the star’s gorgeous points. 😦  You are beautiful just because you are you. And that’s all you have to do to be beautiful. Just be you.

I’ve struggled to listen to this advice myself, which I guess in a way makes me a hypocrite. But I’m learning. And I’ve come a long way. Here’s a list of what I’ve learned so far so that I can share with you.

•You don’t have to worry about walking down the hallway and someone thinking bad of you. To be completely honest, they probably aren’t looking at you at all. Walk the way you want to and keep your chin to the sky.

•Makeup will only help you if you’re wanting to enhance your beauty, not hide it. Pounding on tons of it won’t help you with acceptance of yourself.

•You have to treat yourself as if you were your bestfriend. Would you say those words to your bff; call them those ugly words? If the answer is no, you can’t say them to yourself. Shower yourself with compliments. Indulge yourself in the beauty that is you.

•People always say you have to love yourself before anybody can love you. It’s partially true. If you don’t love yourself, you will see yourself so lowly that no one will be able to convince you of their love for you.

You remember the days that you used to prance around your room jamming out to Hannah Montana’s “Who Says?” in a pink princess gown? You are still that child. Who says, who says, you can’t be superman? I say, I say, that I know you can. 🙂 Believe in yourself!! If you don’t,  whose going to? So go into the brown box in the back of your closet covered in years of memorial dust and dig out that tiara and the CD that may or may not have a few scratches on it. (You didn’t really treat your CD’s with care like Mom asked you to. Oops. Shh.) Play the CD, and jam out like you used to. Because no matter how old you get, that 6 year old will always be inside of you. Treat her well.

I’m on the path to celebrating myself, loving myself, and learning on the way. I invite you to come along with me. Pack yourself. Just you. That’s all you need. You and me are going on this journey together. I am “below average!” as Patrick would say. So what I don’t fit in? So what I’m not what the status quo would be defined as? I am me. That’s exactly who I want to be.

To start off this journey, I greatly encourage you to find the book The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Read it. I promise you won’t regret it. It has helped me realize things about myself and acceptance and about being the outcasts (aka a Wallflower.) I’ll reference it a lot on my blog.

So, if you took the time to read my endless blabbering and passion about self acceptance, I thank you, and I hope I can help in some way. ❤

Until next time,

Tay❤

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