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i thought i wasnt beautiful by goodess leonie allan Once upon a time, I thought I wasn't beautiful. I thought I wasn't the kind that men found attractive. I thought that all that could be seen was the fumbling, blushing, uncoordinated, dishevelled outside. I thought they didn't see the exquisite wonders inside me. I was always The Friend. The one that boys would come to to ask about my friend. To ask me how to be with them. I wondered what was wrong with me. I thought it was some kind of genetic affliction. I was invisible. And I thought it was a curse. I didn't know right then, right there, that it was a blessing. I was right: I was invisible. But only to the ones who couldn't see. I wish I could go back. I wish I could tell her: Beautiful heart, you are exquisite just the way you are. Worry not about the boys - they truly are boys. One day, a man will arrive. And he will see through your cloak and his eyes will light up with joy. He will see the wonders inside you. You will be his own personal haven, and he will be your sanctuary. And all will be right with the world. The boys who can't see you? It's a blessing, my love. You don't have to say no to them. You can carry on, dancing your own special dance. And when time, sweet time, comes to light upon your shoulder and unveil for you the one who sees your dance and wants to dance it with you - well, it will be all worthwhile. Don't lose hope, dearest one. All the beauty inside you and all the beauty outside you is glowing for all of us to see. i was this girl. it spoke to my soul because it was me.i sat in these thoughts for a long time, too. sometimes I revisit them when I have a bad day...its exactly how I used to feel.it's taken me a long time to see myself as a beautiful person. i am not only talking about aesthetics, but as a whole person. it sometimes feels as if i am the only one experiencing these feelings (even if i stopped to think about it for a nanosecond, i would know it's not so). this is especially true when, not unlike the author, i am told how beautiful my friend is by complete strangers. i am a constant work in progress,  but beautiful none the less.  i will always remember that even if im broken out or full of pasta, i've got this gorgeous soul inside that outshines whatever i think about the outside.:D   
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10/7/2012 7:13 am |
We are all beautiful. No matter what time or damage, what pain or experience has placed as far as the showings of time, every wrinkle, every line, every freckle on our face is a map of the life lived.
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I agree everyone is unique in their own special way... Greatest feelings in the world when two souls profess a love for each other...
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10/7/2012 6:04 pm |
I agree everyone is unique in their own special way...
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10/7/2012 7:04 pm |
What I know is: "IF WE PERCEIVE OURSELVES AS BEAUTIFUL, IT SHOWS ON OUR CONFIDENCE TO DEAL WITH OTHERS.WE JUST GLOW..BUT IF WE LACK THAT BELIEF,I NOTICED THAT OTHERS EVEN PERCEIVE US UGLIER THAN WE THOUGHT OF OURSELVES."...However, we are "beautiful" for many reasons...and our parents are the very first people who'd tell us, no matter what we look like in reality. Beauty, after all, is in the eyse of the beholder. We need the mirror to reflect. WHAT IS IT ABOUT US which makes us stand out?...A LOT!...We just don't know how to reveal them! Just call me ELZ 
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10/7/2012 7:05 pm |
What I know is: "IF WE PERCEIVE OURSELVES AS BEAUTIFUL, IT SHOWS ON OUR CONFIDENCE TO DEAL WITH OTHERS.WE JUST GLOW..BUT IF WE LACK THAT BELIEF,I NOTICED THAT OTHERS EVEN PERCEIVE US UGLIER THAN WE THOUGHT OF OURSELVES."...However, we are "beautiful" for many reasons...and our parents are the very first people who'd tell us, no matter what we look like in reality. Beauty, after all, is in the eyse of the beholder. We need the mirror to reflect. WHAT IS IT ABOUT US which makes us stand out?...A LOT!...We just don't know how to reveal them!  Just call me ELZ
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10/7/2012 8:09 pm |
Beautiful truly beautiful...thanks for sharing this
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10/8/2012 5:03 am |
What I know is: "IF WE PERCEIVE OURSELVES AS BEAUTIFUL, IT SHOWS ON OUR CONFIDENCE TO DEAL WITH OTHERS.WE JUST GLOW..BUT IF WE LACK THAT BELIEF,I NOTICED THAT OTHERS EVEN PERCEIVE US UGLIER THAN WE THOUGHT OF OURSELVES."...However, we are "beautiful" for many reasons...and our parents are the very first people who'd tell us, no matter what we look like in reality. Beauty, after all, is in the eyse of the beholder. We need the mirror to reflect. WHAT IS IT ABOUT US which makes us stand out?...A LOT!...We just don't know how to reveal them!
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10/8/2012 5:05 am |
pinay got loads of sex appeal sis, so i was told here...
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10/8/2012 4:19 pm |
I agree especially with the last part, no matter how you appear on the outside you glow inside and nobody should take that away.   within each one of us, and let it begin with me (and each one of us)..one breath at a time.
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Great writing :] so deep loved it :]
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10/9/2012 11:25 am |
Beautiful poem Bab, how you look at yourself inside, that will glow outside..very true indeed How you described it, sounds very me during my teen days. Reminds me of "At Seventeen" by Janis Ian, was became my fave song that time... I learned the truth at seventeen  That love was meant for beauty queens And high school girls with clear skinned smiles Who married young and then retired The valentines I never knew The Friday night charades of youth Were spent on one more beautiful At seventeen I learned the truth And those of us with ravaged faces Lacking in the social graces Desperately remained at home Inventing lovers on the phone Who called to say, "come dance with me" And murmur vague obscenities It isn't all it seems at seventeen A brown eyed girl in hand-me-downs Whose name I never could pronounce said Pity, please, the ones who serve They only get what they deserve The rich-relationed home-town queen Marries into what she needs With a guarantee of company and haven for the elderly Remember those who win the game Lose the love they sought to gain In debentures of quality And dubious integrity Their small town eyes will gape at you in Dull surprise when payment due Exceeds accounts received at seventeen To those of us who knew the pain Of valentines that never came And those whose names were never called When choosing sides for basketball It was long ago and far away The world was younger than today And dreams were all they gave for free To ugly duckling girls like me We all play the game and when we dare To cheat ourselves at solitaire Inventing lovers on the phone Repenting other lives unknown That call and say, "come dance with me" And murmur vague obscenities At ugly girls like me, at seventeen
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10/9/2012 2:56 pm |
Beautiful truly beautiful...thanks for sharing this
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10/10/2012 6:31 am |
the messages that i would want to instill to young girls of todayis: they are more powerful than they know, and they are beautiful just as they are, that each of them is already unique and valuable person when they were born, every human being is. we as adult need to help them really internalize the message that good enough is good enough, we dont need to be perfect ..we are not supposed to be perfect. were supposed to be complete. and they cant be complete if they are trying to be perfect...that they dont have to be size zero, they dont have to be gossip girl to be beautiful.and they dont have to be bone-skinny actresses and they dont have to strive for that..good for you ate jane you emerged to be more beautiful than you could ever imagine, emerging out from that ita girl you were branded
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10/10/2012 7:53 am |
Beautiful poem Bab, how you look at yourself inside, that will glow outside..very true indeed How you described it, sounds very me during my teen days. Reminds me of "At Seventeen" by Janis Ian, was became my fave song that time... I learned the truth at seventeen That love was meant for beauty queens And high school girls with clear skinned smiles Who married young and then retired The valentines I never knew The Friday night charades of youth Were spent on one more beautiful At seventeen I learned the truth And those of us with ravaged faces Lacking in the social graces Desperately remained at home Inventing lovers on the phone Who called to say, "come dance with me" And murmur vague obscenities It isn't all it seems at seventeen A brown eyed girl in hand-me-downs Whose name I never could pronounce said Pity, please, the ones who serve They only get what they deserve The rich-relationed home-town queen Marries into what she needs With a guarantee of company and haven for the elderly Remember those who win the game Lose the love they sought to gain In debentures of quality And dubious integrity Their small town eyes will gape at you in Dull surprise when payment due Exceeds accounts received at seventeen To those of us who knew the pain Of valentines that never came And those whose names were never called When choosing sides for basketball It was long ago and far away The world was younger than today And dreams were all they gave for free To ugly duckling girls like me We all play the game and when we dare To cheat ourselves at solitaire Inventing lovers on the phone Repenting other lives unknown That call and say, "come dance with me" And murmur vague obscenities At ugly girls like me, at seventeen
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10/10/2012 8:37 am |
yes kuya i am beautiful , i just am,   i know you will say the same...
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