Today is my birthday: They say I’m ugly so I don’t get good wishes 💔🎂️.

In the gentle whispers of today, as the candles cast their glow on the birthday cake, I find myself grappling with a poignant truth—external judgments on appearance have cast a shadow on the celebration. 💔🎂️ The balloons, though vibrant, seem to sway under the weight of perception, and the unlit candles wait patiently, carrying the echoes of an unspoken wish tainted by the belief that beauty dictates the worth of celebration.

In the digital realm, the anticipation of well-wishing notifications is met with a disheartening silence, the phone untouched by the warmth of shared joy. The absence of external cheers becomes a reflection of a world that, at times, fails to recognize the beauty beyond the surface.

The unopened gifts symbolize not only the present void but also the potential for unwritten chapters ahead, waiting to be unwrapped in the tapestry of life. In the reflection of my own eyes, I seek resilience—an acknowledgment that true beauty emanates from within, transcending the external judgments that attempt to dim the radiance within.

On this birthday, marked by the perception of undeserving, I choose to extend a tender embrace to myself. The act of wishing myself well becomes a deliberate choice of self-love—a declaration that, despite the external judgments, I am worthy of joy and celebration.

As the day unfolds, I carry the weight of both resilience and vulnerability. The birthday, marred by the belief in ugliness, becomes a canvas for self-reflection, growth, and the celebration of the inherent worth that resides within. 💔🎂️