According to today’s society, we have to look almost like a Greek god in order to be accepted. Well, that’s what the media sells us every day, anyway. The truth is, the average person is just as normal looking as the person we see on the mirror every day. Then there are the delusional ones who think they can go criticizing every physical flaw in others because I don’t know why. And then there are those whose only way of making an statement is insulting others for their appearance because they are so empty inside they need to point out other people’s flaws.

At the end of the day, we have to look at who’s by our side, or how many lives did we bring something good to. We should measure ourselves for our capacity for love and compassion, not by the size of our waist. And while many of us would want to be thinner, taller, smarter or whatever, we have to see what we really are by looking around and realizing how many lives we touch and how many people love us.

Many people consider themselves beautiful to the point of having the right to insult people because they are not. But when you go back to an empty house every day, and your life is a series of failed relationships because you haven’t been able to grasp the concept of love and all you do is spread is poisonous bile around, then what do you feel so proud of?

I remember when I was living alone in Quebec last year. I wasn’t so alone, there was always a smiling roomie waiting for me at what I considered home. But I also remember that it didn’t matter I was so independent, or that I was feeling beautiful after losing a lot of weight. What mattered to me the most was being able to find someone for me to love and who loved me back. I finally have that now, and I wouldn’t trade it for the best boob job or the lowest number on the scale.

At the end of the day I can look at myself on the mirror and see that maybe I have a lot of pounds to lose, or that my face shows time’s passing; but I don’t worry about my many imperfections. I just have to turn myself around and see a wonderful man waiting for me in bed, so I can go and rest my head on his chest and forget about the superficial world. A man who is happy to have me in his life because I give him the love and respect he deserves. And to that man, I am the most beautiful woman in the world.