I am beautiful.
For a long time, I didn't believe this. I didn't think I was ugly, but I didn't think I was particularly pretty, either. I liked my face (or thought I did), but I didn't think anyone else had any reason to. Sometimes, there would be moments when I could see my own beauty, but they were rare and fleeting.
But lately...I can see it. I look in the mirror, and for a second, I don't recognize myself. But then I do, and I smile, and I feel it. I feel my beauty.
What's more, I've started to believe people when they say they can see it, too.
It's like I'm halfway through my movie now, and I've finally undergone the transformation from gawky misfit (played by a stunning A-lister whom the production's makeup team struggled to make look average) into head-turning homecoming queen, only it's a transformation that has taken place deep inside my heart.
Listening to: "Hanging by a Moment" by Lifehouse
Reading: ...I'm sorry, what? I can't form coherent thoughts while Lifehouse is playing.