I grew up with an ideal of beauty that didn’t suit a fuzzy little Xicana like me. It’s taken time to love my super fuzzy arms, big nose and awkward tooth. I’ve grown into myself and learned that if I love the things that people don’t think are beautiful, I could not be hurt by the cruel things people can say about them.
I remind myself:
“Hairy arms” does not mean ugly.
“Crooked tooth” does not mean ugly.
“Big nose” does not mean ugly.I radiate beauty just as I am.
You radiate beauty just as you are.It’s hard to love the features you’re the most insecure about. The insecurity might not ever go away, but if you ever need a reminder that your features, whatever they may be, are beautiful just hmu.
This especially goes out to my fellow Xicanas that got made fun of in elementary school and onward for their body hair.
omg shes so cute
