When I was a kid, I prayed to God almost every night that he would make me beautiful. I would pray also that when he did make me beautiful, people would still recognize me. I literally thought that I was so ugly that people would not recognize me if I were to be beautiful. I would have dreams that a genie came to me and gave me three wishes, and that was on the top of my list.
Since then, my confidence has fluctuated, but it's definitely better than it was when I was a kid. I've also realized that beautiful people (as far as exterior goes) have an incredibly privileged and difficult life. They often have easier access to things in life, but they are also easily abused, used, and manipulated...not always knowing who their true friends are. Everybody has struggles associated with the looks they have been given. Don't judge. Love, learn, listen.
I am incredibly thankful because I know that God heard and is answering that prayer. I prayed in faith....so one way or another, God's gonna make me beautiful. He is changing me from the inside out. I hope my best beauty comes from within. I'm not complaining about my exterior, but one day it will fade and shrivel. I hope that when that time comes, I will have my essence wrapped around the eternal not the temporal.
“WE ALL HAVE A STORY”