Growing up, my Mum was always telling me that I was handsome.
At the time, I never really paid much attention to her words. After all, as a kid, I was more focused on playing with friends and having fun than worrying about my looks.
But as I got older, I started to take note of what my Mum said. I began to believe that I was actually kind of good looking.
I realize now that my Mum was just trying to boost my confidence.
She wanted to make sure I felt good about the way I looked and I’m grateful for that.
It’s especially important for teenage boys to feel good about themselves and their appearance.
Having my Mum tell me I was handsome made me feel like I was worth something and that I could do anything I set my mind to.
But I also understand that beauty is subjective. I know that some people might not think I’m as attractive as my Mum does.
That’s okay too. I’m comfortable in my own skin, and I don’t really worry about what other people think.
I’m confident enough to know that my Mum’s opinion is the one that matters to me.
At the same time, I’m aware that it’s not just my Mum who thinks I’m handsome.
I have plenty of friends who also tell me that I’m good looking. I’m sure it helps that I take care of myself.
I’m not one of those guys who never shaves or showers. I like to take pride in my appearance and I think it shows.
My friends also like to joke around and say that I’m the best looking guy in the group. I don’t take it too seriously though.
I know that everyone in our group is attractive in their own way. We all have different features, hairstyles and fashion sense, which is what makes us unique.
At the end of the day, I’m thankful for my Mum’s words. I know that she truly believes I’m handsome and that means the world to me.
I’m sure that I wouldn’t feel as confident in my looks if she hadn’t said those words. I’m also grateful for my friends’ opinions.
They make me feel like I’m part of something and that I’m accepted for who I am.
I’m proud of the way I look and I’m comfortable in my own skin.
I know that beauty is subjective and that some people might not think I’m as attractive as my Mum does.
But that doesn’t really matter to me.
I feel good about myself and that’s all that matters.