The many ways

Cortney - Bonney Lake, Washington
Entered on November 17, 2008
Age Group: Under 18
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What do you think of when you hear the word “beauty”? Many think of

supermodels, or celebrities on the cover of a magazine. But what does it really

mean? Beauty can be shown in many ways. Like a close friend once told me

“Everyone has their own way of showing their beauty.” My whole life, I’ve felt like

I was one of the ugliest people out there. I always felt that everyone disliked me

because I wasn’t pretty. But in reality, I was beautiful. I just had a different way

of showing it. It took me a long time to realize it, but I did. Even now, sometimes

I don’t believe that it’s true. I’ve spent 16 years of my life thinking that I’m not

pretty enough, and that everyone dislikes me about that, that it’s glued itself to

me. Its apart of me today. My family always tells me how beautiful I am. I always

smile and think “Yeah, okay, that’s your job to tell me that.” I never stopped to

think about what it really meant, until a good friend pointed it out to me. Beauty

isn’t all about how you look. It’s about how you show it. For me, I show it by

being kind to others, and treating them how I want to be treated. Some people

may still treat me bad in return, but that’s their choice. Life is filled with many

mysteries. Beauty is still yet a mystery to me. I’ve always wondered what it

meant. Was it really all about the looks? I used to think it was. Not anymore. We

live in a society where we are usually raised to believe this. It’s not a bad thing to

try to look your best when going out, or just to go shopping, but don’t think its all

about the looks. My friend’s tell me all the time how I have an awesome

personality. I’m outgoing, fun, nice, funny, and smart. To some people, that’s all

that matters. As long as you’re nice, and fun to be around then you shouldn’t

have any trouble making friends. But like me, I spent my life shy and self-

conscious. I always had trouble making friends when I was younger because I

didn’t think anyone would like me. As I grew up, I slowly became more open,

and fun to be around. When I entered high school, I knew what I had to do. I

made quite a few friends, and it was fun. I started to stick up for myself, and

those harsh feelings slowly went away. My friends make me feel complete, as if

they were what I needed all along. As if they were the answer to my problems. I

don’t know what I would be thinking right now if my friend hadn’t told me the

truth. I probably wouldn’t be sitting here telling you this. I’m sure I would have

figured it out sooner or later. Truthfully, I think I knew it deep down inside, and I

was just afraid of seeing it. Maybe I was afraid of the truth. I’ll probably never

know, but I thank my friend for showing me this, and telling me that everyone

has beauty, including me, and that I just needed to find it.