I want to feel beautiful.

No.
I want to feel fucking beautiful.

I don’t want to feel beautiful because I worked off last night’s dinner or dessert.

I don’t want to feel beautiful because I lost one or three pounds.

I don’t want to feel beautiful because there’s a guy I love who loves me.

I don’t want to feel beautiful because I’m better looking than the next girl.

I don’t want to feel beautiful because I’ve got make-up on, my hair curled, my eyebrows done, my nails manicured, or because my legs are shaved.

I want to feel beautiful because I have a beautiful heart.

I want to feel beautiful because I am a fighter.

I want to feel beautiful because I can love without expecting anything in return.

I want to feel beautiful because I can be happy for other people’s success.

I want to feel beautiful because despite everything I am going through, I empathize the next person because no one should ever feel weak, vulnerable, or scared.

I want to feel beautiful because I am a positive, independent young woman making my way.

I want to feel beautiful because I am and I can.