I am beautiful.

I am beautiful.

My eyes change from a blue to a green shade that usually compliments what I’m wearing.

My hair is full-bodied and usually does nearly anything I try to get it to do.

I find a way to look good in my clothes even if I don’t always lovey body type.

I have learned to love the tiny “dent” at the tip of my nose.

My lips are full and pink.

My nails are thin and bendable but they work just fine for me.

I love that my skin is almost always clear and acne free. It was similar even as a teenager and I’m hopeful it will always start that way.

I am photogenic.

I have a great smile.

My teeth, while not as celebrity-white I wish them to be, are pretty damn white and straight. I never needed braces or a retainer.

My collarbones look fantastic in a dress or tank.

At the end of the day, I’m not always satisfied with how I look but I still know that I am beautiful in my own ways. The jiggles, the wrinkles, the stretch marks — they’re all a part of me. They are pieces of the journey and they all come together to tell the story of me.

I may not be perfect but I am beautiful.