I want to talk about something I struggled with for a long time, feeling comfortable in your own skin.
As many young girls do, we compare ourselves to what we see in the media. Everywhere I looked I saw skinny girls with long straight hair, no glasses, no imperfections. I was chubby, had glasses, big curly hair that did it's own thing every single day. So I started to feel less pretty. I knew I wasn't ugly. I knew I was pretty, in my own way. But didn't see that as something good. I felt that I was a little chubby, ugly kid. When I was 17, my glasses broke and I didn't want to get new ones. My hair started doing what I wanted because I had learned how to take care of it. And I started dressing the way I wanted. When I went out with my girls, that would mean, short skirts and dresses. Tight pants. Thinking about what I wore, I can't believe I had the guts to wear that outside. But people looked at me. They noticed me. It made me feel beautiful. No. It made me feel hot. Wanted. When I was 19 I started to realize I was beautiful and I didn't need heavy makeup and I didn't need to show a lot of skin to be noticed. So I started to cover up. I carried myself different and I came at a point in my life where I felt good enough about myself to be able to go outside without having the goal to be seen. But it hadn't really dissapeard at that time. Secretly I still wanted men to turn their heads when I walked past. I still wanted somebody to come up to me and ask for my number because that's what I was used to. It took me 21 years of my life to be comfortable in my own skin. I moved to a new apartment with my daughter last may and moving felt like a new start. I wanted to start fresh. Leave all the silliness and drama behind and start building a new life in stead of trying to rebuild the ruins from my past. I noticed that I woke up every morning feeling good. I wanted to look good for me. If I left the house or not. I didn't dress up and do my hair, nails and makeup to be seen. I did it because I like to do my hair, my nails and my makeup. Guess what happened almost every time I stepped outside my door. People turned their heads. People looked at me. Why? Not because of my super sexy outfit. Not because I was screaming for attention. No, because I carried myself as a confident woman. No matter what you wear, it's how you carry yourself. It doesn't matter which size your pants is. It doesn't matter what that number on your scale is. Because someone else can weigh the exact same but be much bigger or smaller. All that matters is that you know that you are beautiful. Every person, every country, every continent has their own idea of beauty. You should not let YOUR idea of beauty be formed by what the world around you tells you. If you like the opera and nobody arounds you likes the opera, I'd say go to the opera and enjoy yourself. If you don't like something and everyone around you does, don't follow the crowd. Be your own person. It's ok to like and dislike things. You don't have to be like everybody else. Why do you think there are not 2 people on this planet exactly alike? Because we were made to be unique. We were made to be ourselves. We were made to be different. So embrace it and be different. Be yourself. Be who you want to be. Be what feels good for you and you alone. Because at the end of the day you have to live with yourself and you have to be happy with yourself. Strive to be different, unique. Strive to be All you can be but be yourself. 'Liking' something because everyone else likes it will not make you happy. Being YOU will. Get up, stand in front of the mirror and look at yourself. You are beautiful. There's nothing wrong with you! God made us to his resemblance. Think of that next time you're not feeling good about yourself.
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AuthorMy passion is writing. I started writing stories when I was only 6 years old and I still do it today. Blogging is something I've been wanting to do for a long time, so here we are. Archives
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