A week ago in my Speech class something very important was said. I’d like to quote it to you now.
“But the truth is that I’m okay with the fact that I’m fat. Because I love myself. And that’s what really matters, that I love myself.”
I won’t tell you who said it, but I will tell you that when they said it, I’d never felt so enlightened in a classroom.
Society gives us this impression that we need to look a certain way to be considered beautiful. Which is complete and utter (dare I say it?) crap. It shouldn’t matter what you look like, as long as you love yourself.
I’m not going to lie, I hated myself for a long time. Not because I think I’m an awful person, but because I don’t live up to society’s ideals. I have braces and glasses and I’m overweight and I have acne. These little things add up and made me look in the mirror and feel ugly and unwanted. But then, especially in this last year, I reevaluated my life. I found all the good things in my life. I told myself that dwelling on the negatives in my life were only bringing me down and I needed to be happy again.
I remember in 8th grade I had a uniform. Not because I attended a school that required uniforms, but because I wore a pair of jeans, sneakers, and oversized sweatshirt every day for the nine months we were in session. One day I went upstairs to kiss my mother goodbye before I went off to school. She kissed me on the cheek and moved back to look at me. And then she said, “Honey, you are such a beautiful girl. Why do you hide yourself in these clothes? Is it because you think you’re overweight? Because you are the perfect size for you.” I remember that moment like it was yesterday, because it had such a powerful impact on who I am at this moment. It opened my eyes to the fact that I shouldn’t be living up to what size magazines told me to be, but the size that was perfect for Morgan.
In high school, I left behind my sweatshirts because I learned to love myself for what I was given. It’s not an easy process, especially as a teenager. But I was taught to throw away the almost impossible ideals of society and embrace myself. I am a beautiful person. I am talented at writing, and I know how to dress myself appropriately, and I am a loyal friend. I actually wear cute outfits to school now because I accept the fact that, no, I don’t have a supermodel body, but yes, I can still dress cute with the body I was given. Now, at seventeen years old, when I look in the mirror, I don’t see this ugly blob that I wish would just go away. I see this person who strives every day to become an even better version of herself who I love. There, I’ve said it, I love myself.
Loving yourself is a concept that I cannot stress enough. It puts a spring in your step. It straightens your shoulders. It gives you that boost to work out so that you can achieve that killer body. Most of all, you cannot make someone love you if you don’t love yourself. I know there’s tons of logic that counteracts that statement, but I’m serious. You cannot be truly loved by someone unless you love yourself. You are an amazing person, and until you learn to acknowledge that, no one else can. Love yourself. It’s as simple as that.
The world is full of people who will make you feel poorly about how you look or act. But don’t let them discourage you. Because all that really matters is one person. Yourself.
Stay classy Internet,
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