The Ugly Duckling

Quyen - Houston, Texas
Entered on March 1, 2009

Confidence is beauty. It doesn’t matter how you look or what other people say, all you need is to accept yourself, and they will follow.

There will be those who will stereotypically judge you for what they see, but what makes anyone acceptable? Is it the walk? Is it the talk? Or maybe both?

Obstacles will constantly appear like a mysterious fog and you will lose yourself in a mind-set of doubt.

Is there something wrong with me? Am I not the same? Are we not from the same family? Maybe if I wore make-up or got colored contacts or did my hair differently I will also get compliments.

The more I cared about my demeanor, the more I had to become better, and the more I become self-conscious. I was disguising myself with artificial beauty. In the mirror was an unknown reflection of a girl who was mixed up with the ‘in crowd’, not knowing how she truly portrayed herself.

No way is this me. Eye liner really does make you look different. I wonder if this will make me more attractive. But…I look…really different.

As time rolled on, my tendency to obtain approval diminished; I could not continue, exhausted. Their words did not faze me.

“I love her hair.”

Wow. Her hair IS really pretty, but I like mine too.

I knew, myself, how beautiful I was and did not need reassurance. I kept my head up high and moved forward.

“You look good. New look?”

“No, just a new perspective.”

Beauty comes from within and within is my mentality; to stay strong to my roots and bare all natural. Once I believed in myself, others followed. They saw me not only for my brown eyes and my dark brown hair, but also something else, although it could not be pin-pointed, a type of aura.

Behind these glasses, behind these blemishes, there is confidence. Within that confidence, there is beauty.