I've never considered myself to fall within the realm of 'ugly.' That word to me was always so harsh, too raw, too real. Those times where my life-long problem with eczema caused break outs across my face that would crack and bleed, the years I endured with less than straight eyes and an extremely low self-confidence where I couldn't look strangers in the eyes, the time I gained 15 extra pounds in college after fracturing my back only to have to embarrass myself by wearing a revealing leotard around all my other in-shape teammates, well unattractive is a better way to describe those days. Unattractive and ashamed that I couldn't be a better version of myself even if I felt like it was the outside of me that was the problem.
A huge thank you to the ever-so-talented, sweet and lovely Beth Kaye for letting me unleash my inner model yesterday. Despite my descent into a hellish ordeal with bronchitis and a bit of a shyness in front of the camera she managed to make me feel 112% more gorg than Heidi Klum on a good day. Imperfections and all. My slightly crooked nose, my hairs inability to part the way I want it to, my thin upper lip, that terrible scar on my shoulder from my surgery, the endless nights of pasta dinners that have decided to congregate around my belly button in a less than flattering way; all of these things make me, me. And I finally feel beautiful.