You Were Beautiful

You were beautiful and now, you are beautiful. The feeling of doubting yourself because of who you are. Why do you think that you ar...


You were beautiful and now, you are beautiful.

The feeling of doubting yourself because of who you are. Why do you think that you are not as wonderful as you once were?

Life is unpredictable, filled with ups and downs, twists and turns, paths that we cannot always make sense of. You give the world permission to break you down until you feel as if you do not have the courage to rise again.  I wish I could make sense of the loss we feel and the loneliness so deep in our chests it feels as if it is a part of us. You are too plain to ever stand out. You are too reserved to find a place in this world. You are too deep and complicated that people have a hard time to understand you and accept who you are.

But what is beautiful about our existence is that our circumstances will always shift. We won't always be down in the dumps, longing for something, anything to make us feel happy again. We won’t always struggle with our heartbreak, or wake up every single morning, reminded of what we lost.

Pain brings healing in time. You don’t have to let your brokenness keep you weak and fragile forever.

Because the truth is, you will never be defined by your broken self. And even in your lowest, you are beautiful and strong. Even on the days where you make mistakes you think that you are not worth to fight for it. Even when you stare at your tired face in the mirror, you are beautiful. We won't always see ourselves as less. 

Here is the thing, everything that we go through teaches us who we are. We have to remember who we are and what we have become. We have to have faith and believe that better days are coming. A soul that is masked with pain is a beautiful soul. A soul that, no matter how broken or tired, the soul is still beautiful.

You let your insecurities drag you so far into the depths of hell that you fail to realize that who you are from the inside out is what makes you who you are. Nobody is like you, and that is beautiful. The only thing that matters is what you think of yourself. You have to believe that you are beautiful, despite what you have been told, despite what you have gone through. You have to be kind to yourself and love the person that you are.

You are a flower that blooms even in winter.

You are wonderful. You are beautiful. But most importantly, you are who you are. And I hope you always remember that.



With love, Syafika

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