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A whole world out there

A few years back, on the Oprah show, what was considered 'beautiful' by people in different countries were discussed.

People in country 'A' were of the opinion that women who were slim or should i say thin, even skinny were beautiful. Country 'B' believed you were not beautiful unless you were plump, or thick. In country 'A' women who gave birth started working out and dieting almost immediately in order to shed the weight gained, whereas in country 'B' women who gave birth were pumped with food so as to look good to society.

In country 'C' the more flawless your complexion, the more beautiful you were. Women here obviously spent a lot of money on cosmetics.
In country 'D' wearing neck bracelets or bangles more like hoops ( lol can't even tell what they are) were what to them made a woman beautiful. In country 'E', women spent a lot of money on nose surgery, because to them having a certain kind of pointed nose was what made a woman prettier.

And many many more. You see, you may associate yourself with one country's view and yet consider another's silly because to you that is not beauty. And that is the whole point. Opinions differ!
Beyond your little street, neighborhood or city, there is a world full of other people who hold contrary opinions to that of others. Do not sit in your little corner and look down on yourself because someone somewhere does not regard you or appreciate you or think you are beautiful or worth it. At the opposite side of your street, you are what is considered 'priceless'. There is someone out there who is eagerly praying to have you and all that you come with.

If one company does not see how you can fit in, there is another looking for exactly what you are. Even Jesus knew a prophet was not respected among his own.
If you tried here and it has not worked, go try there. If boyfriend 'A' didn't know how to love you, boyfriend 'B' has been praying to get someone exactly like you.
There is a whole world out there waiting for you. All you have to do is move.

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