I'm actually entering a contest. A CONTEST. What a concept.
Here's the link: Maybe You Got Lost

German nose.
Runs in the family.

Plus, in this photo, I'm wearing no makeup, my hair is badly straightened/pulled into a ponytail, I've got a bit of acne on the side of my face there, and I didn't edit it at all.

And I have thin lips.

I'm also oddly proportioned, and by that I mean I have no hips.

But whatever, on to what this is really about.

I personally believe that I'm ugly.
Alright?
I really think I am.
And I know it's true.
Just try and convince me otherwise.

But there are days when I look in the mirror and I am happy with what I see.

Maybe I'm not perfect.

Maybe I don't have a cute little button nose, or thick lips, or long curly eyelashes, or beautifully blonde and curly hair, or interesting eyes, or a model figure.
In fact, I have none of those.

But that makes me who I am.

If I were supermodel gorgeous, do you honestly think I'd have amazing self-esteem?

No, I'd find something wrong with myself.

Believe it or not, it's what all humans do. Every one of us.
If you tell me you love everything about yourself, I will KNOW you're lying.

But if everyone looked the same... There would be no beauty.

There would be nothing.
We would be like one million tear drops.
We'd catapult down to the ground at lightning speed.
Wind wouldn't effect us.
And our speed would increase.

No one would reproduce, anymore.
Everyone would give up.
Everyone would die out.

But with these tiny differences, we get wind.
The wind that keeps rain drops in clouds and in the air.
The wind that gives us motion.
And motivation.

Don't you see?

Our imperfections not only make us beautiful, they give us a reason to live.

So.

There it is.

My contest entry.