The stress got to me.
The words got to me.
The stretch marks got to me.
And I wish I didn’t. I am extremely insecure about my body. I have been for the past 3 years, and that is very wrong since I’m only fifteen. I’m 125 lbs, which by all means is not fat at all, but my friends are basically sticks; sometimes I wonder if they starve themselves better than I do.
Today’s letter was written by Anonymous Twitter: @ Blog: Written From: My happy place.
Words can’t express the pain that I’m feeling right now. I won’t even pretend to know what you’re going through but I am so sorry that at just 15 you feel the way you do about yourself. I am sorry that as a culture and a society we have failed to instill your true value worth and beauty.
You are beautiful.
You have immense value that this world cannot do without.
Dear young 15 year old girl,
Your letter made me very sad for you and the world in which we live in. You are the very first person in this site that I have actually written to. There is so much pressure on “outside beauty” instead of what is really important. I am a 58 year old female with much more life experience than you but if I can reach out and make “you” feel better I am going to try.
My body is deformed from surgery as I lost a breast to cancer. Of course at my age you see things in a different light but here is some advice that would eventually come to you with age. Our body’s are important but not in the way you are seeing it right now. It is important that everyday you wake up is a gift. Everyday that your body lets you travel through life is a gift. Stand in front of a mirror and try to see what you really are and not what your temple looks like. If you think hard enough you will see your inner spirit and all the good that is there. Feel good and like yourself for your “inner being”. Think of all the wonderful that you are and do. You might see yourself as beautiful again. Nobody is perfect because who is to say what is perfect. Beauty is only in the eye of the beholder. I have seen much suffering in the chemo ward and the children in there were the ones who gave me the strengh to get through the worse part of it all. They are just happy to be alive. It is okay that perhaps they have lost a body part and have no hair.
I hope for you that you can walk away from this letter and realize that your physical being is the least important part of your being. Can you imagine how boring the world would be if we all looked the same or had somebody’s concept of a perfect body? Do not let a mirror or your physical being rule your world. Underneath we all all have the” same skeleton!”
I wish you luck and happiness in your life journey.
Anonymous, for you, a haiku:
You are beautiful / unless you’re ugly inside / there’s no app for that.
http://haikutube.wordpress.com/2011/08/27/skin-deep/