What is beauty? This is a question I ask myself often. Like many women (and men), I often tend to compare my looks to other people. I long for eveything I do not have such as straight thick hair, a clear smooth complexion, a petite body frame, long eyelashes… etc.
Why, I wonder, do I do this? Every person is unique and beautiful in his or her own way. Why do I focus on what I don’t like about myself, when I should be celebrating who I am. I am short, athletic, muscular, curvy, with thin curly hair, green eyes, and high cheek bones. My chest maybe larger than I want it to be, but other people get breast implants because they are unhappy with their small boobs. I may not be skinny and petite, but I am strong and healthy. My wrinkles are a reflexion of the obstacles I have faced and the joy I have experienced. Every scare on my body tells a tail of the life I have lived.
Beyond my physical appearance there is also my soul. They say a person’s beauty cannot be measured by his or her physical appearance, as it is what’s inside that counts. A Cliché – maybe, but there is so much wisdom and truth in this saying. Are people not showing their beauty when they offer love and respect to others? I think they are. I may not be perfect but I am kind and thoughful; I respect other peoples rights to have an opinion; I laugh and cry; I have empathy, I love. I am like every other human being on this earth who feels insecure at times – strong and confident at others. I hurt, I get angry, I make mistakes, and sometimes I fail.
I have been on this earth for 41 years, and it is time for me to value myself and my beauty for what it is. I will accept and love the shape of my body, the unruliness of my hair, the freckles on my face, my big feet, muscular legs, and every crease that appears when I smile. I will not define what beauty is, as beauty can mean and be so many things. Instead I will accept and charish every part of who I am.