I look in the mirror every morning and every morning, I feel insecure. I feel too this, not that. And late at night, when I think too much, I also think of this : what do you really see in the mirror ? A face, a body, but you do not see your soul. You do not see the inner you. You do not see the smiles you give to people, you do not see how you are passioned about your favorite book, or the way you smile and sing at the top of your lungs when that song comes in the radio. You do not see your smile, your genuine smile, you do not see how beautiful you are when that smile appears and everyone can see that it comes from the heart. You do not see the magic in your eyes when someone compliments you. And most of all, you do not see all the battles and trouble you’ve been through, yet, listen to me : you are as strong as a rock, look, you’re still here. You managed to pass through all this bullshit. The way you look doesn’t define you, your actions does. I’m proud of you.








