I’m not a Beautiful Woman.

It could be because of the way I feel when I try and go clothes shopping and I feel like nothings fits, the fact that I don’t have any selfie game, the comments I receive about having really big biceps.

It could be because my friends are the ones who get hit on when we go out, or because someone said that I looked like I needed to start dieting.

It could be because I don’t feel the need to wear copious amounts of make up, that I actually enjoy having a fake tan on, and while I enjoy getting dressed up, I spend most of my time in sports clothing because that is what I feel most comfortable in.

I don’t meet society’s standards of a ‘Beautiful Woman’, and I’m OK with this.

When I look at myself in the mirror, I don’t think of myself as beautiful. I see myself through the eyes of someone who has grown to accept her external appearance as a reflection of the choices she has made in her life.

My big thighs are the result of the 1000s of kilometers I have spent on a bike, and the past 2 years I’ve spent under a barbell. My stomach is the reflection of the food that I fuel my body with. My skin and hair is a symbol of how much time I spend dedicated to self-care, and how much I choose to spend on beauty products.

I don’t conform to society’s definition of a Beautiful Woman, and I’m OK with this.

I’m OK with this because what I believe the things that make someone beautiful are the things about them that they can’t change.

The way their lips curl when they smile, the way their eyes light up when they’re talking about something they are passionate about.

What I find beautiful about an individual is their soul. The way they show kindness and compassion not only to others, but to themselves. The way they are real, and prepared to show vulnerability.

Many women think that the key to beauty lies in the bottom of their makeup bag or in the clothes they dress themselves in. There are a million and one reasons why we believe this: we’re judged on our appearance, mass media support those judgements, and big business makes its money off shamelessly promoting the before and after effects of their miraculous products. The truth is, being beautiful doesn’t come from a lipstick tube, mascara wand, or pair of skinny jeans.

I don’t fit society’s definition of a Beautiful Woman – and I’m ok with this. I’m OK with this because I know that this means that if someone thinks I’m beautiful, it will be because of the things I don’t try and cover up with makeup and because they find beauty in everything that is real about me.