Tolu .O.

The audacity to call myself beautiful

I’m done hiding. I’m done telling myself that I’m not enough. I’d never considered myself pretty or even close to it. For me, “fine girl” was enough to sum up how I look, calling myself “pretty” or “beautiful” felt like exaggerations. I didn’t think I could be more because I didn’t look a certain way. At some point in my life, I silently nurtured the idea of maybe fixing my face someday. But these past few years, I’ve slowly come into my own. I’ve grown into self-acceptance. Now it’s my audacity for me. The audacity to call myself beautiful. Because that’s what I am.