Virginia PetrucciIt's my choice to be beautiful. It's my choice to be ugly. And it's my choice to decided what those words actually mean.
About This Quote
We all have the power to decide how we view ourselves, and to decide what words actually mean. We can choose to be happy with ourselves, to love ourselves, and to treat ourselves with respect. We can choose to be attractive or unattractive, smart or stupid, or anything else in between. This choice is ours.
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