Ahh….the cost of beauty. As a memebr of the female sex (generalizing and sympathizing with so many of you out there) I dare say I spent the majority of my mornings and evenings probing my skin, rechecking my wardrobe or finding personal flaws in an endless quest for beauty and confidance.
When in primary a passion for colorful ribbons had captivated me and in all photos I am donning a rather TOO colorful ribbon. In middle school I began to pray for my curves to become more pronounced than Jenny the most mature girl in school and in high school I hoped more than anything (disregarding my passion for my academics…hm…) for my crush to not notice the acne that hit me the previous night. And this constant fight has continued up to now and I find myself maturing (NOT AGING I TELL YOU) a bit too quickly for my liking. But as I was going through my books and books of dated photo albums I realized one thing.
Whereas at the time I considered myself painfully unattractive…the girl/woman smiling so bright as though she owns the world she is in was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful in every picture taken at every year of her life thus far. Then I looked in the mirror. Somehow after that certain turning point, I looked pleasant enough. Everyone is beautiful. This is not a cliche statment just to make the less confidant happy. This is the absolute truth. Why don’t you go take a look in the mirror now?