I Am Beautiful Because Novels & Stories

Inayos nito ang kumot sa katawan niya pero napamulat siya noong tila nilipad din iyon paalis sa katawan niya. Pagtingin niya kay Alaric ay nakatitig ito sa kanya. Parang siya pa ang pagkain sa mga mata nito. Maliit siyang ngumisi. Tumataas talaga ang self-confidence niya at gandang-ganda siya sa sarili kapag ganito siya nito titigan. Tipong ayaw siyang maglaho na parang bula. "F*ck, why do you have to be so beautiful?" nahihirapang bigkas nito. Nagulo pa nito ang sariling buhok.

naaasar nitong sakit na mas lalo niyang ikinatuwa. Umirap si Alea. Halatang napipikon na sa kan’ya, samantalang siya naman ay masayang-masaya na makita ito’ng kumukunot ang noo sa tuwing inaasar niya. Paano’y lalo ito’ng sumesexy sa ganoong ekspresyon. Kinabukasan ay tinakpan na lamang ni Alea ng concealer ang kissmark na gawa niya.

Hindi naman iyon pambobola, para sa akin ay totoo ang lahat ng iyon. “Be confident, babe. You have all the reason to be.” “Sus, I don’t need validation from anyone. Ikaw lang ay sapat na. I don’t want to look beautiful para sa iba. I always make myself beautiful para lang sayo. Kaya kahit na ano pa ang tingin nila sa akin ay wala akong pakialam, basta ang mahalaga ay kung ano ang tingin mo sa akin.” Natuwa ako sa sinabi niya. Ako man, ang gusto ko ay gwapo ako para sa kanya. I do things for her and not for anybody else.

At biglang sumiklab ang sakit sa aking puso. “ I lost my beauty because I let someone else define it for me. I was a mess, I was broken. So, I built this brand to remind every woman that she can say to herself, ‘I am the most beautiful.’ It’s not a gift from anyone else. It’s a gift to yourself.” “Isabela…” mahinang bulong ko. Ilang taon na ang nakalipas pero parang tinutusok pa rin ng kutsilyo ang puso ko. Pakiramdam ko, ako pinaparinggan niya.

“Ang pagiging maganda ay hindi lang sa mukha. You can also be beautiful with your attitude.” Unti-unting kumunot ang kaniyang noo, habang ako naman ay napangingiti na. She’s too young to understand it, but I have to explain it to her. Kailangan ko lang namang habaan ang pasensya ko para mas maintindihan niya ang lahat. “So, if you’re kind, you’re beautiful.” “But if I wasn’t, does it mean that I’m ugly, kuya?” I nodded. “Yes. Kaya maging mabait ka, okay?”

I can say that I'm gifted, basta hitsura ang labanan. My eyes, a deep shade of brown, which I inherited from my mother, are my most striking feature. They light up under the sun, radiating warmth and kindness. My lips, a gift from my father, are naturally rosy. Some say they're my most captivating feature, but to me, they're a reminder of my roots. My hair, a cascade of dark curls, falls down to my shoulders. It's soft and shiny, and when I tie it up in a ponytail, it gives me a polished look. My skin is a lovely shade of olive, smooth, and flawless. It's a testament to my meticulous skincare routine and my healthy lifestyle. Overall, I can confidently say that I'm beautiful. But my beauty i

Thurstin stared at the picture and looked amazed "The moment i took my camera out and took a pictures of them... it's just magical, you know. Pure moment. I don't need to edit the photos because i didn't took them for fancy. The content, no matter how ugly it is... is true. And for me, that's the true beauty." Natahimik ako sa sinabi ni Thurstin. May punto naman kasi siya. At gets ko kung ano yung sinasabi niyang fake at natural beauty. As a model, it's my job to look pretty for the camera. But me as a person are full of flaws. So i need make ups to cover it up. I need fancy clothes and flashy jewelry to cover up all my flaws. At ang mga kagamitan yun ang ibinibenta ko kaya ako naging modelo

I thought maybe he wouldn’t see beyond that, or wouldn’t notice how much effort I’d put into my appearance. But Liam shook his head gently, with a soft smile that told me he saw right through the words.“You’re beautiful either way,” he said, his voice calm but full of conviction. “With or without makeup. Inside and out.” His eyes softened as he spoke, and then, slowly, he reached out to lift my chin with his fingers. It was as if he wanted me to understand that real beauty isn’t just about what’s on the surface, but what’s inside..... something that shines brighter than any makeup or fancy outfit.

"K-kalokohan... Aquilino, don’t tell me I am beautiful if all the girls you see are as beautiful as me. What I want is for you to see me beautifully different from them and that’s why you chose me. Don’t put too much effort into doing things you do just because you feel like you need to do it. "Beauty is a feeling discovered and realized alone. Don’t make me feel beautiful because if you do that, I’ll feel ugly when you’re not around. I’ll feel devastated when you leave. If you do that, my idea of me being beautiful will depend on you and I don’t want that to happen." I added.

Like me. Painful thoughts started haunting me again. Why am I not born pretty? Why do I don't look like the convetional-type of beautiful? Did I do something to deserve this? Can I have a chance to correct whatever I did wrong? Because this is too much. Being ugly is too much. It's like a mortal sin that I have to pay forever. Living as an ugly one means getting treated badly for the rest of your life.