Some days I wake up and I just don't feel like trying. Not in a melancholy and gloomy way, but rather quite the opposite. Some days I wake up and I just don't really feel like being beautiful.
Applying makeup doesn't appease me. I would rather be able to rub my eyes without fear of smearing my mascara. Pulling up my hair in the most comfortable, yet unflattering, pony tail that makes my already round face patrude with more of a circular shape.
Days like these, walking around in a loose t-shirt, no bra and sweat pants are my version of runway material.
Leaving my bed only to dance in the most obnoxious way to music that makes my soul feel liberated.
You not only have to look good in the physical world, but virtually. And it can take it's tole in a society now that ranks your worth on the amount of likes you have and your following to followers ratio.
Sometimes being the exact opposite of what the standards are telling you you need to be, is exactly the refreshment your looking for. It's taking the concept of being so un-apologetically you to it's truest and inherent basis.
Looking in the mirror, forcing my eyes to wander my blemish filled face, my marked torso, frizzy hair and the rolls that just so happen to be the most unloved parts of my body.
Smiling at every part of what my physical being is, and every part of it that will come to be.
Then I realize.. my ugly was never really 'ugly' in the first place.
It's raw, unedited, vulnerable... beauty. The ugly is me. The ugly is you. The ugly is who we are when we first wake up, and when we go to sleep. The juxtaposition of everything that the conformity of society says is wrong... is actually right.
Undressing from the surface to the depths of the binding core that make my body mine is the highlight of any night, any morning, any day.
Take a day. Take a morning. Take a night. Roam your depths, roam the surface. Be your beauty.
Be your ugly.