There were so many years when I believed that I was flawed to the point of not valuing who I saw when I looked in the mirror.
I could say I looked good, fly and all of that, but I didn’t believe it in my core. There were so many things that I didn’t like about myself and I allowed those things to outweigh the things I did like.
Over time, I discovered that the things I considered flaws were not flaws at all. They were an intricate part of my beauty and I was overlooking it because of some imposeed standard of looking at someone else or an image in my mind of what beauty really was.
General beauty is abstract, when I look in the mirror, I see real beauty. Scars, moles and other indentions, just make my beauty one of a kind, rare and special.
I know my worth because I accept myself as I am and if I choose to enhance what the mirror presents to me with makeup or whatever, it’s not going to be because I want to cover up the perfect canvas that stands on its own as a masterpiece.
I am not flawed.
You are not flawed.
Walk in your flawlessness.