How did you come to understand and define what it means to be beautiful? What has your journey to loving and recognizing the beauty in yourself look like? (Comment below)
Here’s a snapshot of what the start of my journey looked like:
“All I know is I love playing outside with my friends until the sun sets, picking out my own clothes for school is the definition of freedom, and my mom walking me to the bus stop is embarrassing.
My mom tells me I’m her ‘beautiful angel’ all the time, but I’m not sure why she says it so much. I don’t know why that’s something important to know yet.“
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