#beautyisntskindeep

[lifeisagem-blog1]

The hardest thing i find to love about myself is my skin. It's something I struggle with everyday and have for years. I've had very bad skin since I was a child. I have tried everything from different washes and skin treatments to pills. And it doesn't work. I was made fun of most of my life for it. My back is covered I'm purple scars. I avoid wearing so many clothes that I would love for fear that it will show my back and someone will say something hateful to me. It's hard enough to love yourself without people who you love put you down for something you have tried to change and make better. ♡♡ I decided a while ago that I'm sick of it. Why should it matter if some days my skin or clear while others I'm covered in red. I am not more deserving of love when my skin is clear and I am not less deserving of love when it's not. I shouldnt punish myself for something that is just part of my biology and I can't change. ♡♡ This is one if my hardest battles I am fighting. It's one that I will win some days and lose terribly the next. But for every day that I can go out not covered in makeup or with an outfit that shows my scars it is a step towards a better happier me. ♡♡♡♡ #bopo #bodyappreciation #bodypositive #bodylove #loveyourself #uniquelyyou #beyourowngoals #selflove #beyou #imperfect #imperfectlyperfect #imperfection #justbeingme #beautyisntskindeep

[bestqualitynvrfitin-blog]

Being Beautiful is a curse. Everyone craves beauty and that is the problem. When you’re beautiful, people crave you. People want you, they think they need you and they make you feel like they need you, but really you’re used. You’re used because you’re nice to look at. I’m going to sound vain but really others will never understand it because they haven’t lived it. They never will and you will always be judged for recognizing your own beauty. But every action has a reaction and the grass is always greener on the other side. I guess I’d like people to understand that being beautiful is not as glamorous as it seems. Most of the time I feel alone, isolated, and different. People always treat me different and I can feel their intimidation by my presence. I want someone to look within, realize how beautiful my insides are. Beauty isn’t skin deep.