Beautiful...

Chers amis francophones, this one's for shekespear's airs...



Sometimes you feel ugly, you put make up and you de your hair but you are still ugly. You look again and again at the mirror, it says only one thing : " You are ugly..." And if George Clooney himself comes to tell you are beautiful you won't believe him and you will remind yourself of this ugly image of you you saw in the mirror...

And days go by, you are fed up of your make up. One morning, you wake up and go to work without it. The following day, you don't do your hair, you leave it with its natural curls and you go to the party...

Day by day, you begin to discover more about yourself. You look inside you and you find everything you used to ignore about yourself. It all seems like taking away make up and leaving curls helped you to see more clearly as if the eyeshadow was blinding you...

Until one day, you go outside, no make up no hair dressing, and while all people are saying : " You are ugly, you are ugly.." you look at the same mirror and you finally say : " I am beautiful...'

Yes dear, the mirror is inside you, it only reflect your own conception of life...