On feeling beautiful

Sometimes it takes a lot to feel beautiful. Because that day when you got in your car to go run your errands, and you got to the library, those boys whistled at you, and you felt ugly. And then when you got to the grocery store, you walked in, and the cashier stared at you, and asked how old you were and smiled, you felt unwanted. And when the boy in your life that you wanted to whistle and smile at you… When he told you that you were beautiful, you felt used. Because after he told you you were beautiful, he told you he wanted more.
You told him no.
You walked away.
And suddenly, you felt strong. You felt powerful. You felt wanted, because you chose yourself. You felt beautiful.


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