No. I Don't Want to be Beautiful.

The cold irony is that I'm in my bed right now, baggy pajamas, a runny nose and a hot, flushed face.
Hell, I'd give anything to be beautiful at this moment in time.
But then again, that would be such a waste. No one is in the room with me, no one would even see.
So, on that thought, these pajamas are actually quite comfortable.

I'm getting off track.

The thought about not wanting beauty came when I was reading the typical teenage magazine.
Both magazines I have with me now are ones that promote health, well-being and satisfaction with oneself.
So why the hell, when I open to a random page, do the magazines read;
"How to make yourself beautiful"
"Creating a gorgeous new you"
"Fashion that will impress the boys"

I don't want to waste my money on expensive beauty products.
I don't want to ask my mum if I can buy that $300 dress because it enhances my curves.
I don't want to create a new me. I'm happy with myself now.

You are beautiful. And if no one is telling you that, stand in front of a mirror and tell yourself.
(Yes I know, you'll feel like a total moron expecially if you get caught).
Just if you remember anything, remember that. Cause it's true.
Would I ever lie to you?

So no. Perhaps being beautiful isn't for me.
Perhaps I will invest in my future instead.
Or perhaps I will stand in front of my mirror and remind myself, I already am.

Kimberley Doreen x