“You’re a
beautiful princess, you know.”
These words. I
remember hearing these words as a little girl not thinking anything of them. My
father would tell me this so often to me while growing up. Eventually as I grew
older, I thought of it as an “okay dad, whatever.” Actually, according to dictionary.com, the definition of beautiful (adj.) is “having beauty; possessing qualities that
give great pleasure or satisfaction to see, hear, think about, etc.; delighting
the senses or mind…” However, the true meaning and what my father hoped for me
to see didn't start to make way to me until about a year ago.
I found that beauty isn't just
something visible to others. It’s both inner, and outer. I’m sure so many of us
have heard this saying about beauty several times, but do we truly understand
it? I was 17 years old when it hit me. I had been thinking of it all wrong. To
me, I knew beauty was made up of these two factors, but I only knew beauty for
its daily annoying saying my father always gave me. Or even how some girls
seemed to be more pretty than others. I was 17 years old though. There came a
guy in my life and he looked me directly in the eyes and said, “You’re
beautiful, you know.” I remember letting those words sink in, and it slowly hit
me. It hit me that the word beautiful has so many definitions and is so
powerful that its almost incomprehendable. It’s soft, gentle, and marvelous and
yet so many don't know the beauty they posses. I began to realize that I didn't
have to try and be someone I wasn't with others because I was beautiful in my
own way. However, I was 17 years old when it hit me. It hit me that maybe I was
beautiful in my very own weird way. Maybe I did have meaning in this world. Why
did it take for someone else in my life to have me understand this? Couldn’t I
have understood it by the very words of my own father? I seem to ask myself the
same thing. It’s different to have another being tell you other than you're
immediate family. With family it may seem as if its their job to tell you, but
with another friend, lover, or acquaintance, it hits home. I was 17 years old.
At 17 years old, I knew I had beauty in me that radiated and could change the
world I lived in. All it took was for me to realize and use it to further
accomplish my goals and radiate my inner beauty of my heart to those around me.
So friends, never forget your beauty, because it took me 17 years to finally
realize mine.
