22. She Will Be Loved

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

I’ve stumbled upon this question numerous times on multiple platforms, and for years I would come up with multiple answers. These answers seemed to form a never-ending  list, and at the top of it would be my smile. I used to hate my smile, and for a very long time I wished that I could actually change it. Since I couldn’t, I did the next best thing I could think of; I used to hide it. I tried my hardest to never show my smile in pictures, especially when it came to pictures I took of myself.

As a child I used to hate it because of the tiny spaces I had between my teeth and a few baby teeth that were so sharp they actually reminded me of a vampire. In fact, I have some recollections of kids making that exact comparison to my face.

As a teenager I grew to hate it even more, especially when I had a complication that resulted in having a tooth removed, leaving a huge gap that would never go unnoticed. For the few pictures that I did smile with my teeth showing, which happened very rarely, I would make sure I showed the side without the gap. If I took a picture with somebody and I was on the wrong side, I made sure to switch sides before the picture was taken. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to use this strategy every single time.

The reason I bring this up is because of a memory that showed up on my Timehop. For those of you that don’t use this app or have never heard of it, it basically links to all of your social media accounts and shows you your memories everyday. However, I must say it does jump ahead sometimes. I’ve gotten several memories a day ahead of time, including this instance I’m using for this post, but everyone (and every app?) makes mistakes sometimes.

For January 7th (even though it showed up on my Timehop on the 6th), I posted a selfie to Instagram where I smiled wide, teeth and all. I posted it 3 years ago, so I don’t remember the exact reason for making such a bold move, but I’m glad I did. I hate that it took me so long to do so, but it’s better late than never, right?

Along with the photo, I posted lyrics to my favorite Maroon 5 song She Will Be Loved:

Look for the girl with the broken smile; ask her if she wants to stay for awhile.

I felt that they went perfectly with the photo, and they also happen to be my favorite part of the song. πŸ˜‰

After I posted that photo, I started smiling that way more often. There were still photos where I smiled with my mouth closed, but they happened less and less, and were eventually overshadowed by the ones where I smiled wide and proud.

It took me a long time to realize that my smile wasn’t something I wished to change, but something I wished to embrace; it wasn’t a flaw that I should hide, but an attribute I should show off; it wasn’t something I should be ashamed of, but proud of.

My smile wasn’t the only answer to that question, but I’m sure in due time I will look at it and say there’s absolutely nothing I wish to change.

The process to love yourself can be a long, tough one to endure, but in the end it’s worth it. It’s worth it to be able to look in the mirror, and be satisfied with the reflection staring back.

There may be things you wish to change about yourself, but just remember that you’re the only you there is, and nobody can ever take that away from you. You need to embrace yourself and love everything that makes you who you are.

Everyone you meet will see you in a different light, but that doesn’t mean you should let their views overpower yours. You’ll shine as bright as ever as long as you remember to see yourself in a positive way instead of a negative one.

You will be loved.

Till next time, my lovelies

xoxo,

jules πŸ’‹

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