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5 Things

If you've never bought in to anything I've said on this platform, or any platform for that matter, please try and dissolve what I'm about to say.

I'm full of insecurities, always have been. My face is too round. My love handles poke out. Arms are so flabby I could probably fly away. Acne comes and goes and reminds me that I have pores, too. Sometimes my eyebrows look more like stepsisters than twins. Bigfoot and I could share shoes. The mole on my nose isn't always a welcome decoration. Scars from past accidents cover my legs and bring back the memories of learning how to ride a bike. Most days my curls resemble an unruly afro, not the cute kind of Shirley Temple curls I once had.

Lately, my insecurities have consumed me. Every time I looked in the mirror, a frown followed. I tugged and poked at my body for hours. But today, today I woke up and felt new. I was a different person. The person in the mirror was happy, glowing, beautiful. My hair twisted and turned just the way I wanted to.

I am IMPERFECT, in so, so many ways. Dozens of things about me I would change given the chance to. I'm not going to pretend that I love everything about myself and wouldn't change a thing, that would be the biggest lie I've ever told (besides that I've read the terms & conditions). There's a point here, I promise. Here it is.

I am insecure.


I am not my insecurities.

I am so much more than that.

You are so much more than that.

I'm a daughter, a sister, a niece, a friend, a confidante, a comedian (voted 'Best Sense of Humor' for the class of 2015 so yes, I consider myself a comedian), a woman, a student, an employee, a survivor.

I have felt ugly before, quite a bit. But I am a survivor because I allow myself on my best days, on my worst days even, to feel beautiful. I allow myself to look in the mirror and smile because I like what I see. I don't feel guilty for posting selfies when I feel pretty. Sometimes people compliment me, and I don't argue or pretend that they're wrong. I'm not arrogant, I'm valid. We're all valid.

We're all allowed, heck I ENCOURAGE it, to feel beautiful. So, here is my challenge to you. I need you to look in the mirror and find five things about yourself that you love. That's it, five.

Your eyelashes are naturally long? Girl, feel blessed. Your button nose is the perfect compliment to your face? Incredible. Your chunky thighs look amazing in shorts, I AM ENVIOUS!!! These don't have to be just physical things, either. If you have a rockin' personality, I hope you show that to everyone you meet.

Truly, though. Love yourself, you deserve to.

But allow yourself, also, to be insecure. Try not to be consumed by them, it's hard, I can speak from experience. But remember that while you may live with dozens of insecurities, everyone else is, too.

So, I'll start. Here are my five things.

1. I love that I can wear my hair naturally curly, straight, and curled.
2. My beautiful new smile is one of my favorite accessories.
3. I'm a good friend.
4. I wake up every single day with a mission: to be someone's reason to smile or laugh.
5. My naturally plump lips make a nice canvas for lipstick. 

I guess my take-away for this would be: be insecure, feel ugly, but know also that you are more than your insecurities. Find your worth, find your five things, and love them with everything that you have. And if it's ten, fifteen, a hundred things, I APPLAUD YOU.


  1. Sierra, you are beautiful inside and out!

  2. Yes girl, I LOVE THIS!!!!
    Have your herd of Iskra? She's a motivation speaker for American Eagle/Arie. Her campaigns are all about loving yourself and you totally reminds me of her. Check her out if you haven't!!

    1. I definitely will check her out! Thanks for reading and sharing :-)


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