Model's beauty

I know I do not have the normal beauty standards. I have struggled with how I look for the longest time. I'm not the typical person that people stop and stare at, unless you are a creepy old man who looks at anything that breathes. Back in school, I was the person that people would dare to ask out. It's the worst feeling ever when you find out you are just a dare and not someone liking you for who you really are. I do not have the curves that I want; I feel like I'm more of a box. The only chubby cheeks I have are the ones on my face that make me look younger than I am.

I want to be the normal beauty standard, but what is the beauty standard? For so long, women have put the beauty standards into the hands of others; we always have to make sure we look good for other people. I have generations of beauty in me but was told it was ugly. I look most like my mother, and I always hear her putting herself down, but she glows. I have her freckles that have been loved by the same sun. I know my great-grandmother's joy because we have the same smiling cheeks. The long legs I have, I get from my grandfather, which will carry me through life.

No, I don't have the normal beauty standards, but I have my family beauty, which is the most beautiful thing to me. My beauty comes from love. I love myself even on the hard days.