Real beauty comes from the heart (text-only)
Opening the magazine page, I don't see a reflection of myself. I see portions of women with flat stomachs and PERFECT figures. After all my life wondering why I can't be a model, and becoming filled with self-hatred, anger, and DOUBT, it HAD to stop. When I look in the mirror, I don't see Tyra Banks or Niki Taylor. I see me, a beautiful, intelligent, wonderful young woman. My brilliance shines from the inside, from my heart. Although I don't see shiny magazine pages printed with thin MADE-UP COMPUTER-EDITED WOMEN, the reality of my face and body is more beautiful than that any day. I reflect a life full of experience, full of love and anger, and my beauty overpowers a room, not just the magazine page.
Content last reviewed July 24, 2013
Page last updated October 31, 2013