Beauty is in the eye if the beholder.

One night while looking through one of my various fashion magazines, something caught my eye. It was beautiful. It was vibrant. It was intriguing. It was me – or so I thought it was. It was a colorful, floral dress fitting gracefully on the slim hips of Victoria Beckham. Once I saw how beautifully it fit her, I instantly told myself that something oh-so beautiful and posh would never fit me; or even yet look good on me and I quickly shut the magazine.

Later that night while watching television, a skin soap commercial came on. The commercial showed various women of all sizes and skin colors moving around in nothing but white underwear. Once they were done, a black screen appeared and said, “Feel beautiful in your skin.” As soon as the commercial went off, I had an epiphany; I realized that no matter how many times I diet, exercise, or fantasize about how I can look like a supermodel; I would have to deal with the way that my body looks. Therefore, I believe that everyone should feel comfortable in his or her own skin.

From that moment on, I realized the importance of making myself feel beautiful. Whenever I feel down, I like to go shopping for new clothes. Once I get new clothes, I feel that my creativity shows and I start to exude self confidence. Once I start to feel that certain “Je ne sais quoi,” I feel like I can conquer the world, which to me has to be the most beautiful feeling ever. On days when I feel like I look good, people can see how confident I feel and it makes people see how beautiful I really am, inside and out.

Because of that feeling that I get, I have made it my personal mission not to let myself or others feel down about them self. Whenever I hear a negative comment that someone says about his or her self, I tell them to think positive about themselves and to hold their head up high and smile, which would have others thinking positive thoughts about that certain person.

I remember the quote “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder” whenever I start to feel high sorrows. I stop and realize that I have the “beauty” and that I am the “beholder.” Over the past seventeen years that I have been on this Earth, I have come to the facts that I will never be supermodel, picture perfect beautiful. Because I am not; no one is. Along with everyone else in this world, I represent the most common and relatable type of beauty. I am the most classic type of beauty. I am “Everyday Beauty.”