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I’m letting go of insecurities that have kept me afraid of the mirror for so long, afraid of even catching a single glimpse of my own reflection. I’m embracing my thick thighs in shorts, my stomach in a crop top. I’m taking back my body.
m.t.//things i’ll never say out loud (via iwontwrite)
Show respect to people who don’t even deserve it; not as a reflection of their character, but as a reflection of yours.
Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Believe me. Beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee since you fell when you were a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn’t let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when the alarm rings in the morning, it’s the melted makeup when you have a shower, it’s the laughter when you make a joke you’re the only one who can understand, beauty is meeting his gaze and stopping understanding, beauty is your gaze when you see him, it’s when you cry for all you paranoias, beauty is the lines marked by time. Beauty is what we feel in the inside which also shows outside us. Beauty is the marks the life leaves on us, all the kicks and the caresses the memories leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live.
Emma Watson. (via alunit)
Society says beauty is a measurement. Beauty is a weight. Beauty is the amount of makeup on your face.
Screw society.
Beauty is all the orange and red and blue and green and pink of the sunset on the horizon, sinking just below the trees. It’s daytime giving into the millions of stars and the full moon hanging over the land, keeping watch until the sun returns.
Beauty is a newborn child screaming just because he can, to prove he exists, to make sure the world knows he has arrived. It’s the sweat on his mother’s face, and the smile on her lips because that baby is hers and she loves him already. It’s the realization of his father that *oh my god I have a kid I have to take care of him he’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever laid eyes on*.
Beauty is singing at the top of your lungs with the windows rolled down, not caring whether you’re in tune or not. It’s laughing as your best friend dances in his seat and your hair flipping in the wind.
Beauty is arguing with your daughter on the couch, your persistence and her stubbornness going head to head. And you both end up forgetting what you were debating on a fit of tickling and laughter.
Beauty is watching your friend receive his high school diploma and watching his mother shed tears because *my baby is all grown up, he’s going places, he’s going to do amazing things with his life, he’s not a teenager anymore, and he won’t need me much longer*. It’s his father smiling the widest smile you’ve ever seen on his face. You’re more proud than you think is possible because your best friend is free of high school and he’ll be moving on soon.
Beauty is sitting by your mother’s bed and reading her favorite book to her even though she may not know who you are. It’s seeing her laugh and smile like she’s never heard the story before, because she can’t remember ever hearing it before. It’s listening to her tell stories about you as if you aren’t in the room, hearing her tell about when you were only twelve years old as if it happened yesterday. It’s reminiscing with her even though she doesn’t recognize you. It’s hearing how much she loves you and how she believes you must be going places.
Beauty isn’t how you look or what you wear. Beauty is personality. Beauty is all those little moments that make life worth living.
Beauty is humanity.
And humanity is beautiful.
But what do you do when it’s 1 am at a party and you’re in a room full of people but feel all alone. You feel it in your bones. As you pass the window and see your reflection, when did your eyes become so sad? When you were little all you wanted was to grow up. And now you have. But it’s not like you imagined. You learn things don’t always happen for a reason. The world isn’t really black and white. Justice won’t always be fair. Bad things happen to good people. No one stays. People will break your heart. You’ll probably break some too. You won’t always have your parents. Sometimes you don’t have enough time with the people you love. It takes it toll. You start to feel it in your soul. Your eyes become sad. So what do you do when it’s 1 am, you’re in a room full of people and feel alone?
What do you do? (via narrowed)
Your life is nothing but a reflection of your mind. If you want to change things, change thoughts.
Liam Tinker (via serendipitywave)
I am in love with the beauty of beginnings. The glances from across the room, the hidden butterflies, and the nights spent opening each other up. I am in love with the beauty of not knowing what the future holds, but knowing that it will be magnificent. I am in love with the beauty of all the firsts: the first kiss, the first “I love you” and the first time they shed a tear in front of you. Beginnings are magic, and I find myself wishing that everything is as beautiful as beginnings are.
because getting tired of each other is the hard part // b.k. (via breathless-writings)
There are all kinds of beauty that exist
Some are like a hurricane you get lost in them
Some are like a nice piece of music that you dance with
And then there’s a beauty so graceful and so deep
This is the kind you fall for!
I’ve always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect. The ones who throw their beauty around, waste what they have? Their beauty is only passing. It’s just a shell hiding nothing but shadows and emptiness.
Jennifer L. Armentrout, Oblivion
(via books-n-quotes)
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