Sitting here thinking…. yes.. the pretty face has a brain…
in high school… I wanted to be just like everyone else… I just wasnt. I used to get so aggravated…. I’d be in a group… (mostly guys… I seemed to get along better with the guys… I have 3 brothers) and hear them talking about the girls.. this one is hot, that one is beautiful.. this one is pretty… Alicia?? She’s a sweet girl. I wanted to PUKE every time I heard that… SWEET.
Bleh. I wanted to be called pretty, or beautiful… dare I say it HOT… LOL…
I was complaining to a friend, who listened to me rant. And then she said “Alicia, it’s better for them to call you sweet. They have seen your heart, they know your beauty from the inside… they know your character. The girls you hear them calling pretty and beautiful.. they don’t know their hearts.. and beauty is only skin deep. You don’t know how pretty you are, and that makes you a sweet and unique person. Be thankful they can see your sweetness.”
I still carry that with me … I work to be different, so people can see my sweetness. I love that people tell me now I’m beautfiul, and gorgeous, and dare i still say it HOT… but, I work now for people to say I’m sweet.
Funny how life turns things around on you, and different things become way more important to you.
Celebrate the things that make you unique. Embrace the things that ignite a passion in your soul.
Sprinkle the world with the magic of your essence.