One day I decided that I was beautiful, and so I carried out my life as if I was a beautiful girl. I wear colors that I really like, I wear makeup that makes me feel pretty, and it really helps. It doesn’t have anything to do with how the world perceives you. What matters is what you see. Your body is your temple, it’s your home, and you must decorate it.~ Gabourey Sidibe
I remember the day I took this photo – a day on which I felt good about myself. I wanted to convey a message to the camera: I am a beautiful girl.
Now I know, I can hardly call myself a girl seeing that a week from today I turn 54. But hey, even a woman in middle age can describe herself as a beautiful girl, right? This image is part of my journey of positivity and self-acceptance, which is as freeing as it sounds.
Looking at this image, I see my strong legs, the line of my body with a hint of tattoos, and my beautiful round bottom. But I also see the playful dimple in my back, and the fierceness of my shoulder. I see my hair cascading down my back; the hair I am so proud of.
But most of all, I see the determination in the expression of my body, in the way I present myself to the camera, and I once more hear those words: I am a beautiful girl.
© Rebel’s Notes