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Here's a great sign!

Driving home from work, I was preoccupied with my usual thoughts—how slow traffic was moving, when would the traffic light change, what was that song that was playing on the radio? Isolated in the vehicle, I am in my own little world.
As I turned onto Ten Mile, pinned on a light pole was a large cardboard sign. Written on its pink background were the words “You are beautiful.”
Usually in my travels, the signs are the mundane—speed limits and street names usually clutter the scenery.  Sometimes, an advertisement will break up the monotony.  After reading this sign, I noticed that I was smiling. My thoughts lightened in my mind as they drifted to how it was a sweet idea for someone to pin this simple but truthful saying.
 I also noticed that there was a website underneath the encouraging statement—so it was a clever advertisement after all!

Nevertheless, these kind words struck a chord with me. How many times do we hear, “You are not good enough “or “You are too fat”? Most of the time, we’re the ones saying these mean, hurtful things to ourselves. This sign was a nice reminder that we are all beautiful, even if it’s only a cardboard advertisement.  

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