Beauty Marks

When I was younger I used to be obsessed with moles. I guess I still am, but I was always curious about them. I never understood why I had them. When I was nine, I had 14 of them, my last count a few years ago was 28 total, over my entire body. My mother would tell me that they were beauty marks, and the more I had the more beautiful I was. At 9, I had 14, and I never thought that I was beautiful. I used to get made fun of a lot as a kid. I needed braces, which I got at 14, and I was a lot lighter than most of my friends. I was so light as a child, that people would say I looked like a yellow high lighter, or that I was adopted because both of my parents were a lot darker than me.


Everyone goes through awkward phases, but when I got to junior high school/ high school people thought I was hideous. I didn't think of myself as being cute or pretty for the longest time. But the funny thing was, I always had a boyfriend, and a lot of male friends. Guys loved hanging out with me and talking to me. And girls hated me. They used to leave notes in my locker, saying the meanest things about me.



It took a lot for me to gain confidence. Even up until my first year of college, I was very insecure about my looks. I hated my legs, my face, my breasts and everything about myself. I always thought I was too skinny or too fat or out of shape. I was never just right. But as a freshman in college, there were a lot of frat guys that would hit on me. They offered to carry my books to my car etc...They thought I was the sweetest thing, at least that is what they told me. They were probably trying to get in to my pants, it didn't work though, I had a boyfriend at the time.


He thinks I'm beautiful and he tells me so every day. My confidence began to spark on its own. I don't think a woman can validate her looks based on what a man thinks or says about her. Or what people think about the. You have to have your own confidence, reassurance and validation. See, I think that everyone is beautiful, in their own way. In the past I may have been an ugly duckling, but who hasn't felt that way. Children go through stages, and as they transform in to swans in their early stages of adulthood, that is when the confident levels spark. I have never met an 11 year old who thought they were gorgeous. Or a 14 year old, that had more confidence than a woman twice her age. And if they do have that confidence, than I would be a little scared. Confidence not only comes when your body matures, and your beauty matures, but also as you mature. Once you realize that its what you think about yourself that matters, and no one else has a say in it.


I've been told that my personality is so bright that it shines through my beauty. I do believe that there could be a glow around me, most of the time, but that is because I am usually happy. I have been so happy, for so long that I don't even know what its like to feel any other way. I am happy with myself, for the first time in a long time. I love myself more than anything and I am happy with myself. In order to be really beautiful, you need the inner beauty, that great sparkling personality. I can't stand women who have ugly insides, an ugly personality. It doesn't matter how gorgeous they appear, their hearts are black. I can't stand bitchy women, because I don't understand what would make some be a bitch all the time. How unhappy can someone be that would make them be a bitch at all times? I just don't understand it.


So, find your inner glow, inner peace, and inner beauty marks and they will outshine any outer flaws, that you think, you may have. Women are gorgeous creatures by nature, but its your attitude and behavior that people notice more than your looks. As for those beauty marks/moles, I now have 57 all over my body.