Beauty standard is being happy

I chose to fall in love with myself every day. Regardless of whether I woke up with ugly or untidy hair, how many pounds the scale registered or even if a pimple appeared right in the middle of my nose.

I have no problem looking at myself in the mirror because I just see myself and, most of all, I feel happy. Carried out. full.

I don’t feel like changing my clothes countless times before I go out to meet you. In fact, I have an urgent need to see you and make the most of my time with you.

If that means less time getting ready, I’m not going to make a fool of myself or think twice. My standard of beauty is to be happy!

Rachel Motta

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Your love moves me.