Eccedentesiast

I used to be the girl who never spoke her mind. The girl who usually sits in the back of the class and keeps to herself. The one who everyone passes by in the halls. The girl who gets ignored and looked past through in a crowd. I never said anything. I never complained. That girl used to be me. But you know what changed? My confidence. I grew to love myself the way I was. I talked more. I smiled more. Then it hit me that that was really what I needed. Time. And acceptance. I accepted the fact that I wasn’t the best. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t beautiful. And you know what? I didn’t care what other people used to think of me. I didn’t care about the ones who looked down on me. Or made fun of me for being different. I was happy with who I was, and I felt beautiful even when I was in a crowd full of beautiful girls. There was me. Although other people may have over looked me, I didn’t mind anymore. Because that was who I was. The girl who seemed to glow more beautifully from within. And in my opinion, that’s a lot worth than society’s label. Beauty is really in the eyes of the beholder. It’s how you see yourself that defines you.