PICK A CARD: Something beautiful you do not see in yourself (truthful)
Hello and welcome to a new post of mine. This time, I will give you a reading on something beautiful you do not see in yourself because you deserve to be reminded of all of your beauty, inside and out. I hope you enjoy and this makes you cheer up / happy.
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There is something genuinely beautiful about you that you refuse to see even when it is right there, even when it’s reflected back at you through mirrors, screens, other peoples eyes. You have convinced yourself that beauty has a very specific shape, a very specific way of existing, and that you simply did not get the memo when it was handed out. But you seriously did. You just folded it up and hid it away somewhere deep because it felt safer to believe you were lacking than to believe you were already enough. Your face is not something that needs fixing or adjusting or hiding. Your features are shaped with intention, with balance, with a softness and harmony you overlook because you stare too long and too critically. You zoom in on things no one else would ever isolate, you forget to look at yourself as a whole. There is a natural proportion to you; not just your face but your entire body that works together in a way that feels right. It flows; nothing is out of place, even if you’ve spent years telling yourself it is. The things you label as flaws are often the exact things people linger on. Not in a negative way, not in a judging way, but in a quietly noticing way. Your teeth, for example, are something you may barely think about or actively dislike, but others notice the way they soften your expressions, the way they make you look warm, approachable and real. There is a gentleness to you that shows through the smallest details. People see your beauty far more clearly than you see your own. They think it when they walk past you, even if they don’t say anything. They think it when you post a picture and they pause for a second longer than they meant to. They think it when they’re on a call with you and catch themselves just watching you talk. Compliments are not the only proof of attraction and silence is not the same as absence. A lot of people carry their thoughts quietly. Just because they don’t hand them to you doesn’t mean they don’t exist. You are definitely more beautiful than the version of you that lives in your head.
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There are things that are so beautiful that you tend to over look, well, that you have been taught to overlook, minimise, or even apologise for, and that is the way you talk. The way your thoughts spill out of you, the way you connect one idea to another, the way your stories stretch and grow and take up space. You don’t just speak to fill silence, you speak because there is life inside you and it wants to be shared. There is curiousity there, excitement, warmth. You talk because you are engaged with the world and with the people in front of you, and that is not something everyone has. Somewhere along the way, people made you feel like this was too much. Like you were doing something wrong by being audible, expressive, animated. You have memories of being shushed, interrupted, talked over. You remember looks that lingered just long enough to make you self conscious, you remember shrinking mid sentence, lowering your voice, cutting your story short because suddenly you felt annoying, embarrassing, like you were taking up more space than you were allowed. And over time that does something to a person. It makes you associate your natural spark with shame. But the truth is, those people didn’t dislike you. They disliked what they didn’t understand. They didn’t have the same hunger for connection, the same need to express, to exchange stories and thoughts and little observations about life. They didn’t know how alive a person can be when they let themselves speak freely, and instead of admiring that, instead of leaning into it, they tried to dull it. That is a reflection of them, not you. A lack on their part, not an excess on yours. You don’t see how pretty you are when you talk, because you were taught to associate prettiness with quietness. With being palatable, easy, small. But there is nothing small about you, and there never was meant to be. Your voice carries warmth, it carries humour, intelligence, honesty. People don’t tolerate you speaking, they enjoy it. They listen more closely than you think. They remember the things you say long after the conversation ends.
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This pile is for the people who, even when they sit down and try to list things they like about themselves, always add a ‘but-‘ at the end of it. Yes, you might like your creativity, but you don’t think it’s enough. Yes, you might like your hair, or your nose, or the way your shoulders sit when you wear certain clothes, but you wouldn’t call yourself beautiful, you wouldn’t call yourself the ideal. And that’s the strange thing here, because to the people around you, you are exactly that. Not in a perfect, polished, unrealistic way, a very human, very real, and very grounding way. You don’t see yourself as someone people look up to. Rather, you see yourself as someone who is just trying to survive, just trying to get through the day, the week, and the year. And maybe your life has been hard, maybe it still is. People don’t deny that, they don’t minimise it, they definitely don’t think you’ve had it easy. They see how much you struggle, how heavy things get for you, how sometimes you are holding yourself together by the thinnest thread imaginable. But what they focus on isn’t the breaking, it’s the fact that you keep going anyway. There is something incredibly beautiful about the way you endure. Whether you do it confidently or whether you crawl through it on your knees, it doesn’t matter. You still do it; you still show up, you still love, you still care, you still try. And that strength, even when it’s quiet, even when it’s messy, is something people admire deeply. They see you as someone who feels intensely but doesn’t let that turn them cruel. Someone who has every reason to shut down, yet somehow remains soft. You don’t think you’re the ideal because you know all your flaws, all your fears, all your worst thoughts. But other people don’t see you as your flaws, they see you as the sum of everything you are; including the pain, including the survival, including the kindness you give without even noticing. And to them that combination is rare. That combination is something they wish they had, something they wish they could be. You don’t see it, but you embody it effortlessly. Not as in that they wish they would experience all you have experienced, but in the way that if they did, they would be just like you. Even if you cannot fathom some people could see you as a figure to look up to.
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