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Society is wrong. Dead wrong. We're taught that exotic is beautiful. We're taught to believe that miniature waists, and perfect tans are beautiful. We're convinced that the blonde girls with the gorgeous smiles will win every time. But, the truth is? Originality is beautiful. Big brown eyes, green eyes, blue eyes. Curves. Your natural skin tone is beautiful. Your hair color, your smile. Your voice, your laugh, your personality. Every inch of you is beautiful, every single part of you shines with your essence. You, my dear? You're lovely.

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