Today marks another year that is being added to my life, but as the clock approaches and the calendar flips, I find myself in a familiar place—Ermon. It’s my birthday, a day that is supposed to be full of joy, laughter and celebrations. However, here I am, surrounded by the deafening desire of my thoughts, thinking about why my existence seems to bring back the companionship of others.The truth is staring me in the face—many people reproach me for not being conventionally attractive.

In a world full of appearances, beauty often reigns.Feeding the media, society bombards us with images of flawless faces and sculpted bodies, setting unrealistic standards that few can achieve.And for those of us who do not fit into these narrow templates, life can seem like a permanent force of acceptance.

I have spent years grappling with my self-image, trying to make myself into the model of beauty dictated by society. Countless hours have been wasted in front of mirrors, scrutinizing every flaw and shortcoming, hoping to somehow turn myself into a person worthy of admiration. But no matter how much makeup I apply or how carefully I style my hair, the reflection staring at me is always below the standards of society.

Today, on my birthday, these feelings of inferiority weigh heavier than ever. Media feeds, I am greeted by a barrage of birthday wishes adorned with photos of smiling faces and glamorous poses. However, not a single message finds its way to my inbox, not a single notification pops up on my screen. It’s as if I’m invisible, to be armchair in the middle of a sea of beautiful people who effortlessly grab attention.

But amid loneliness and despair, a quiet voice whispers inside me-a voice that gets louder with every passing moment. It is the voice of self-love, urging me to embrace my uniqueness and celebrate the beauty that softens inside. For a very long time, I allowed the judgments of others to determine my worth, but today, on my birthday, I chose to reorganize my strength.

I may not have the flawless features covered by orkris magazine, but I am more than the sum of my physical appearance. I am flexible, compassionate, and infinitely deserving of love and happiness. My value is not determined by the number of likes on the photo or the superficial opinions of others—it is inherent, unshakable and unshakable.

So, as the sun sets on another year of my life, I’m making a throwaway for myself—to love fiercely, Live Boldly, and embrace every aspect of who I am. Perhaps today did not unfold as I had hoped, but it taught me a valuable lesson-a lesson that goes beyond fleeting desires for external verification.

In moments of quiet solitude, I find solace in the realization that true beauty comes from within. It is the sparkle in my eyes when I laugh wholeheartedly, the warmth of my smile when I extend a helping hand, the elasticity that flows through my veins with every step I take. Today, on my birthday, I celebrate not only the passage of time but also the journey of self-discovery that has led me to this moment.

So here’s to another year of growth, of self-love, embracing the beauty that radiates from within. Happy Birthday to me-not just the sum of my parts, but the culmination of my experiences, my dreams, and my inexhaustible soul. Today, I have chosen to love myself deeply and unapologetically, because I am beautiful in ways that go beyond the narrow definitions of society.