I have moss-green eyes with brown flecks. I'm a frizzy brunette with a nice smile. I have a little bit of acne and I blush quickly. There are times when I will look in the bathroom mirror after a bath, or after putting in my contact lenses in the morning, knowing that my face isn't 'perfect.' I dare say every girl does it. But seriously, I'm happy with my face - it's who I AM. It's ME. Goodness, I wouldn't want to change that, would I? God made me - I like who I am and thank goodness I do, because I have to stick with me every day, every second.
Why not make the best of who you are? You CAN make everything good by just thinking about things in a different way. You find your nose ugly? Look at it in a different way - your nose is unique and it makes you look like a quirky, down-to-earth beautiful person. Everything is beautiful - but not everything is obviously beautiful. (And define beautiful!)
I often wish my voice was better; my pronunciation can be quite unclear. And then the next day I wish fervently that I was a gem at skating. And then I decide that tap-dancing would be my biggest dream. Tomorrow I'll be worrying about my clumsy-ness in physical exercise. And then how I never seem to 'wear' clothes the way some other girls on the road do, even though I have the same ones.
Piffle, Naomi, piffle. You cannot do EVERYTHING. No-one is able to do everything. You're good at being nonsensical and cheering up children; writing is your talent; you're creative; you have the skill of finishing one book in one hour... ISN'T THAT ENOUGH? Seriously Naomi old thing, if you had more skills you would get crazy because you wouldn't have the time to put them into practise. God knew what he was doing when he made you - when he decided what your feet and your fingertips would be nifty at. Focus on what you're good at. On what you have.
I am me. Naomi. A sixteen-year-old who asks strangers weird questions and who loves being sarcastic. I am not perfect; my complexion is not beautiful; I am disastrously bad at sports, but I do not care. I try not to think about what I am not. I mean... what's the point? Why focus on what you're not when... when it won't help? I mean, I don't even WANT to be perfect if I would have the choice - I wouldn't want to be good at sports (cause I hate 'em) and my complexion is unique and not-boring and I love it.
I love who I am. Not in a boastful way, because that would be vain. I'm just simply happy inside the flesh and bones and talents God decided would suit me best.
I hope you are too.
Because if you're not, that must be awful. And if you're not, change the fact. It's possible.