I remember being five years old and playing "rock star" by standing on a footstool and using a brush as a "microphone." I'd sing to the records in the house, all types of music. One day, As I was singing, Something caught me by suprise. Forgetting all about the music, I ran to the mirror quickly and examined myself closely. Bewildered and scared, I yelled for my mother. "Mom,There's a huge red blob on my face!!" I cried out.
"Tiffany, My mother replied," It's always been there. It's a birthmark."
I began putting bags over my head so nobody would see me. My mom asked "Why are you doing that, Tiff?" I would reply "Because I'm ugly."
My mom would make me take the bags off of my head and face the world.
Even at a young age, I was different. The only difference was that now I knew it. Kids would call me a monster or tell me I'm ugly. Adults would stare at me. It took me a few years before I was brave enough to stare back. Plastic surgery.... I've had more plastic surgery than most people could ever DREAM of. I've had extensive surgery on my face since I was a year old until age 17.
Today, I am 33 years old. The above is a picture of what I look like today. No, I'll never be a model or beauty queen. I don't really care. I think my plastic surgeon did an excellent job in what he did for me.
and No.. I no longer put bags over my head. Instead, I use these pictures to remind people that We spend all this time worrying about appearance that we forget the important stuff. We spend our time making ourselves and other feel bad about the way we think things and people are SUPPOSED to look instead of accepting people for who they are completely and loving them as such. Today, I am here to remind you all : You are beautiful. Love yourself and love others for who they are, even if they are having a bad hair day.. or their clothes really don't match today :lol:
I am beautiful ,and I know God made me just the way I was supposed to be.. even if it doesn't fit the world's view on what beautiful is supposed to be.