Beautiful.

I've just had an amazingly uplifting revelation. Right now at this very second I feel beautiful, yes beautiful. That adjective us girls find so bloody hard to achieve and/or accept. Not because somebody has told me I am, I don't need anyone to. (Not saying I wouldn't mind though). To be honest I'm sun burnt, bruised, and bleeding due to a day spent at the wharf. Sitting on my bed with the laptop, not an ounce of make-up, just chillin' in my pj's. So traditionally wise why should I feel gorgeous? Because every part of my body aches, a tired ache that I know I have worked for. Because every aspect of my life is far from flawless, and yet at the same time it's perfect. Simply, because I feel real. And nobody can take that away from me.

The peculiar thing is I was insulted repeatedly today, sure the guy who did is a pathetic excuse for a human being, yet it usually hurts right? No, not today. Today I don't give a shit. Today I'm not going to bother being insecure. Today I am happy. And I'm going to accept that with open arms.