Sometimes I wonder when I’ll be completely content with my body.

Will it be when I’ve dropped every kilo I want to drop?
Or when my last pimple disappears?
Or when my teeth are the whitest or the straightest they’ve ever been?
Or when every last strand of body hair is removed?
Or when my hair is the perfect colour?
Or when I fall in love with someone who lets me know that I’m beautiful every single day?

Sometimes I wonder when I’ll stop being angry about the way society and the people around me perceive beauty.

Will it be when I stop hearing flippant comments from people about the way so-and-so dressed?
Or when people stop verbalising their disapproval of how what’s-her-name did her make-up?
Or when I see more people who look like me in magazines?
Or when the news is more interested in achievements rather than fashion in awards seasons?
Or when people stop starving their bodies to try and create some impossible image?

Then in those sometimes, I pause, and I hope that one day I’ll be brave enough to stop wondering.

To be brave enough to just exist in the God-given body I’ve been given, treating it the way it deserves to be treated because of the miraculous gift that is the breath inside it. 

To be courageous enough to acknowledge that this life is short and to use every moment to search for and cultivate the only beauty that matters.

To be fearless enough to challenge others to throw away the notions of external beauty and start searching for the beauty that can only be found in the mind, heart and soul of a person.

Then maybe, just maybe, we will all stop wondering, and start believing how valuable we truly are.