“Silly girl, your different was you beautiful all along.” – Atticus
I was never considered beautiful because I was born different. No one ever saw me like that. And growing up I didn’t have a problem with being me, but others needed to let me be me, whatever being me meant.
The world needs to permanently change its attitude, to see being different as beautiful, instead of those differences being something they need to fix. Imagine a world with just one type of flower, one type of tree, one type of animal and one type of human being. As we see beauty in one thing, we must see beauty in all things without being opinionated, thinking we know, or by being judgmental.
It’s not for us to pass an opinion on anyone. Instead, we must be patient, tolerant and understanding on what others deal with. But being different is beautiful in the same way as having a kind heart is beautiful. It’s important we see the beauty in everyone and everything.
True beauty comes from the soul and that can never be questioned. Have you ever looked deep into the soul of someone with a disability? They have a naivety like no other and no need for an ego. Underneath the exterior, they have a kind heart that has no malice.
Growing up without a diagnosis, it was difficult for others to see, but this was me ‘down to a tee.’ Before my father’s passing, he confirmed that out of all his children, I had that.