What I Got

Wednesdays...the peanut butter part of the weekday sandwhich. They're not always great, but at least we're halfway there to Fridays.

So following my last post about staying positive, I'd like to add an amendment to my personal constitution - because it has to do with a pretty big thing in my life, as I'm sure it is in a lot of other teenagers' lives - those bloody body issues.

For 15, I'm petite. Haven't even hit 5'2" yet. Which means the rest of me is petite as well. Everybody has those mornings where you almost want to punch the mirror because nothing is right about what's looking back at you. Sometimes you want to yell "WHERE IS THE VICTORIA'S SECRET MODEL?!" (or "BRAD PITT?!") Sometimes you just give the mirror the silent treatment. Nothing looks good with those jeans, nothing will keep your hair tamed, nothing will cover up that pimple.

I know these mornings all too well.

But I really don't want to anymore. I want that mirror to be my new best friend, and every girl's out there who feels strange and unfit for her own skin. Those Victoria's Secret girls don't roll out of bed looking the way they do on the runway, love. I'm throwing out my insecurities with 2011's issues of Vogue, cuz putting myself down is so last season. (Okay, that was corny, but you get what I'm saying.)

So the First Amendment of 2012 is this -
To love myself, every last inch of small chested, clumsy footed, large nosed, messy haired me. Because honestly, this is what I've got, and I intend on making the most of it.

Hope this inspires you to love looking in the mirror ♥


(tomorrow's post won't be about me, promise) ;)

love, nat