You Are Beautiful

Every day, men and women alike are blasted with advertisements telling them that they are not good enough, not pretty enough, not skinny enough. While the specific number of how many advertisements an average human is exposed to per day is often argued, the fact remains that our heads are constantly being filled with useless propaganda that make people think they aren’t perfect the way they are.

I disagree, and I’m sick and tired of it.

Every single human being on this earth is unique in one way or another. We all have little attributes and skills that set us apart from another. While you may not be the prettiest girl in the world, or maybe not the valedictorian of your class, but you are special in one way or another. Maybe you’re an exceptional friend, or great at drawing, or a great listener. However silly and small these things might be, there are the things that set you apart, that make you special, that make you you.

You don’t need to be the prettiest girl on the earth. While it’s natural to want to look nice, you don’t need to constantly put yourself down because you don’t think you are beautiful. You don’t need to starve yourself to become skinnier; you don’t need to spend hours putting on make up in the morning; you don’t need to compare yourself to other girls. I have news for you: you are beautiful just the way you are.

I’m talking physically and emotionally. There is always going to be someone in your life who will look past your imperfections and your flaws and see you, the beautiful and amazing being that you are. They don’t care if your nose is too big, your eyes are too small. Those trivial and petty things don’t matter to them, they don’t matter to me.

Ever heard of the phrase beauty is in the eye of the beholder? Beauty is arbitrary. So who are you going to let define beauty? The media? The people who don’t know anything about you besides your outwards appearance? Or your friends and close family who know your weirdest quirks and your every flaw, yet find you more beautiful than the models in CoverGirl magazines. Beauty is so much more than the combination of hair, eyes, weight, skin, it’s time that you realize and accept that too.

I may not know you. I may have never met you or heard of you in my life, bu I think you are beautiful. So hold your head high, and give yourself the respect that you deserve. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

Road Trip!

This weekend my older sister graduated from college. She went to Grace College in Indiana, so it was a six-and-a-half hour drive from where we live in Missouri. I find a lot of people really don’t like long car rides, and I concede that I get a bit stiff and just want to move around some, but other than that, I love road trips. I think it might be due to the fact that I’ve been on them so much as a kid.

Most of my dad’s side of the family lives in Pennsylvania, but we also have some family in Indiana as well. So, every Christmas we go up to my grandparents in Pennsylvania, which is a twelve hour drive, and then every Easter we go to my aunt’s in Indiana, a six hour drive. Oh, and I can’t forget that most years we vacation in Daytona Beach, Florida, which is an eighteen hour drive. It’s hard to forget being cooped up in a van for eighteen hours with people I already spend too much time with at home. It’s fun, really (/sarcasm). Needless to say, I just kind of get used it to, and I guess just learned to enjoy it.

Speaking of my grandparents, we’re headed up there in two weeks to visit my grandpap. I don’t think I’ve talked about him much in this blog, but I did a lot on my other site. He has Alzheimer’s and has had it for about four years now. In the beginning stages, it wasn’t bad, he just would forget to take his medicine, or forgot that he already went to the store and got milk, but it quickly became much, much worse.

The last time we visited in August, he didn’t know our names. We think he knew we were familiar, but he kept calling my mom and dad my other aunt and uncle. Then he was in a nursing home, which was best for him, but my grandma is pretty stubborn, and somehow got him to come back home. He doesn’t do much but sleep. Someone comes once a week to bathe him, but sometimes he forgets even where he is supposed to go to the bathroom.

He’s become very mean and vile, and says stuff that he’d be mortified if he said four years ago. He’s just slowly deteriorating and we really don’t know how much longer he’ll last. :/ I was never super close with my grandpap, mostly because of the distance barrier, but I still love him and have lots of great memories with him. I am going to miss him when he does go. :(

I think I wandered off topic. We went up to see my sister graduate from college, and it was as fun as graduations can be (as in, not at all). She graduated with a degree in Business and Marketing, and is more than happy to be done with school. If only I was done. Only five more years…

Andrew let me borrow his iPod Touch thankfully though, so I was able to entertain myself somewhat while I was there. I was also able to use it to get on my website and return some comments, though I kept making typos since I wasn’t used to the touch screen. :P

Tabor, my dog, stayed with my aunt Jan (I have a ton of aunts, don’t I?), and was a right baby like he usually is. The first night he just stayed in one spot and shook, and pooped. He slept with my aunt that night though, and I think that calmed him down. When we got home today, he would not calm down. He was hopping all over the car, and I have a million little scratches on my feet now from his talons claws. Little brat. But I missed him. :love:

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