Everyone is beautiful

Everyone is beautiful. We were fearfully and wonderfully made. Our bodies all tell a story. My story? Genetics weren't overly kind in the height department. I've got a nose that my father got from his father, who got it from his father. All because of a bone infection. How is that possible? I don't know but, it's mine and I'm proud of it. I've got my mother's feet, my father's thick hair, my grandmother's knees and my father's disposition (get mad quick, get over it quicker) but, I can hold a grudge like my grandmother (not a proud moment). There are a few things I wish I could change (my momma belly makes me self conscious). But, I must remember, God gave me this body. It's mine. I might look like my sisters but, I'm still one of a kind. I was made this way for a purpose. I should love what I have been given. I was given it with a purpose. I should remember that, if I believe my children are beautiful (and, I do), I must remember that by default, I am beautiful because, they are 1/2 mine in genetics and all mine in looks.

Everyone is beautiful, it's our actions and the way we treat each other that make us ugly. Every time we judge someone, call them fat, stupid, and any slew of horrible labels and names we come up with, we not only devalue them, we devalue our selves and we make our selves ugly. Mean isn't beautiful. Hatred is an ugly, ugly thing.

I vow to be more beautiful. Not in looks, but in my actions. I vow to be kinder, friendlier, more approachable. Who knows who I'm pushing away when I'm not. I can chose to cut people out of my life but, I can do it with kindness. Just because I no longer enjoy their company or their behaviors, doesn't mean they don't deserve to be treated kindly. It's okay to outgrow a friendship but, I think there are kinder ways to go about it. At some point, their friendship was what I needed, they still deserve an exit of dignity.

The way I chose to treat people speaks volumes about my character, not the person I'm describing at that particular moment.