Acceptance. / by Kelsey Hamaguchi

Alright, it's been a good two months since my last post, and no, this isn't a product review. My heart has been so heavy lately in light of all the recent events that have been happening in the world. This blog however, has nothing to do with any of that. Sorry for the misleading start, but I've never been a good writer and it's been forever since I've written anything other than an email saying "Please see attached. Thank you!" 

 I just wanted to take some time to write this post about acceptance. What I mean by acceptance is accepting yourself, flaws and all, for who you are. I have always had anxiety over my appearance because of the way people treated me while I was younger. I hated my flaws (and still kind of do) and desperately did what I could to change them. I straight-permed my frizzy wavy hair, I shaved my too hairy arms, and I hid behind my hair because "my nose is the size of Jupiter." (As Georgia said in Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging). I was young and naive and just wanted to fit in. I wanted to be treated like my peers and not be called names associated with my flaws. I believe these taunts and insults contributed greatly to my depression and my lack of self-worth. However, once I accepted myself for who I am, all I could do was laugh at the insults. I know I'm never going to have silky smooth hair, arms that don't grow hair, a nose the size of a button, a flat toned stomach, or boobs that aren't as flat as a twelve year old boy's chest. However, I accept myself for who I am. I am unique and I am me. While yes, I still flat iron my hair, contour my nose to the best of my amateur ability, and workout here and there,  I accept myself . Nothing anyone says or does can change that. Remember,   you are beautiful  . You are your own person and as long as you accept yourself, who cares what other people think? People still come at me with comments about the size of my big ass nose, but you know what?  I don't give a flying fuck . Yeah, I hate the size of my nose and know it's enormous, but I'm okay with it. If I were to do something as drastic as getting a nose job, then I'd only be giving in to those who insult me. I'm fine with who I am and if people can't accept that, then I don't need that in my life. If you're going to message me out of nowhere talking about my big ass nose, you best believe I'm just going to roll my eyes and laugh. If you're so petty to think that making a comment (especially when it's been months since we've talked), a cheap shot at my looks are going to break me, you're wrong. As hard as it can be to remember sometimes, I am  beautiful  and I am  strong.  I want you all (or whoever is reading this) to remember that.   You are strong and you are so fucking beautiful  . You don't need to rely on those who don't matter, who try and tell you who or what you are. Yeah, you may be flawed, but that's okay. Aren't we all?

I just wanted to take some time to write this post about acceptance. What I mean by acceptance is accepting yourself, flaws and all, for who you are. I have always had anxiety over my appearance because of the way people treated me while I was younger. I hated my flaws (and still kind of do) and desperately did what I could to change them. I straight-permed my frizzy wavy hair, I shaved my too hairy arms, and I hid behind my hair because "my nose is the size of Jupiter." (As Georgia said in Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging). I was young and naive and just wanted to fit in. I wanted to be treated like my peers and not be called names associated with my flaws. I believe these taunts and insults contributed greatly to my depression and my lack of self-worth. However, once I accepted myself for who I am, all I could do was laugh at the insults. I know I'm never going to have silky smooth hair, arms that don't grow hair, a nose the size of a button, a flat toned stomach, or boobs that aren't as flat as a twelve year old boy's chest. However, I accept myself for who I am. I am unique and I am me. While yes, I still flat iron my hair, contour my nose to the best of my amateur ability, and workout here and there, I accept myself. Nothing anyone says or does can change that. Remember, you are beautiful. You are your own person and as long as you accept yourself, who cares what other people think? People still come at me with comments about the size of my big ass nose, but you know what? I don't give a flying fuck. Yeah, I hate the size of my nose and know it's enormous, but I'm okay with it. If I were to do something as drastic as getting a nose job, then I'd only be giving in to those who insult me. I'm fine with who I am and if people can't accept that, then I don't need that in my life. If you're going to message me out of nowhere talking about my big ass nose, you best believe I'm just going to roll my eyes and laugh. If you're so petty to think that making a comment (especially when it's been months since we've talked), a cheap shot at my looks are going to break me, you're wrong. As hard as it can be to remember sometimes, I am beautiful and I am strong. I want you all (or whoever is reading this) to remember that. You are strong and you are so fucking beautiful. You don't need to rely on those who don't matter, who try and tell you who or what you are. Yeah, you may be flawed, but that's okay. Aren't we all?

 (Sorry for the random photos, I just need something to break up all this text!)  Even though my tenses are a jumbled mess, I just want to be sure that I'm making the slightest bit of sense. I want to be sure that everyone realizes that they're unique in their own special way, even if no one else sees it. And when all else fails, there's beauty in the breakdown. When you finally get to that point of hopelessness, sometimes it's easier to see what you've been missing all along. Take it from some who's been there, someone who's beyond flawed physically and emotionally.   You are beautiful. You are so fucking beautiful.

(Sorry for the random photos, I just need something to break up all this text!)

Even though my tenses are a jumbled mess, I just want to be sure that I'm making the slightest bit of sense. I want to be sure that everyone realizes that they're unique in their own special way, even if no one else sees it. And when all else fails, there's beauty in the breakdown. When you finally get to that point of hopelessness, sometimes it's easier to see what you've been missing all along. Take it from some who's been there, someone who's beyond flawed physically and emotionally. You are beautiful. You are so fucking beautiful.