Personally, I have a lot of scars. Some from accidents, some from surgeries, some from self-mutilation. My skin isn’t perfectly clear because as an athlete in my specific sport, it’s hard to maintain that kind of perfection given the kind of the gear that is used. I’m young but I can already see where those so-called smiley lines are going to exist on my face, near my eyes.
I have a crooked smile, huge eyes, a small nose.
I used to put blankets and towels up to block my view from the mirror. My reflection made me physically ill.
I had a great friend, a best friend. He used to pull down my blankets, forcing me to face myself.
He would tell me that I’m beautiful and he would always tell me why in the most abstract ways.
Why do we appreciate old architecture?
Because it holds so much history. It has stories, both tragedies and comedies or everything in between. The oldest and often times most beautiful and revered buildings are the ones with the most cracks, faded paint, chipped wood, etc. They are the ones that have successfully stood the longest, held the most history, and maintained both an internal and external beauty in a graceful and timeless manner.
We all have scars, we have beauty marks, we have wrinkles and other “imperfections”, but it’s those small things that make us beautiful. Those small marks are our history.
Our scars stand for pain that we were strong enough to overcome.
Our wrinkles stand for our experience and wisdom.
The “imperfections” that exist in our skin stand for what makes each of us natural, human, beautiful, perfect.
No matter what happens in regard to your appearance, you are beautiful and you will always be beautiful. No physical change, no accident or self-mutilation will ever change that because it’s an inherent fact.
You are beautiful because you are a part of a grand history. You have stories to tell and lessons to teach.