If I could erase the freckles, the scars, the stretch marks, the skin discoloration, the bruises, the bumps, the hormonal breakouts, and the bloat, I would be an “imperfectly” perfect woman of many colors. I am often my own worst enemy or critic. When I gaze at myself in an elongated mirror, I fall into a transitory trance … a mystified state of mind. I make several half turns to the right and several half turns to the left (with my shoulders slouched and my face without expression) only to remain broken and confused.
What makes one beautiful? Is it their near perfect silhouette? It could be their smooth and flawless complexion (no acne or blemishes, no scattered or uneven rows of hair above the lip or under the chin, no black-heads on the nose, or no skin bruising); their true hour-glass figure (more curves than a coke bottle); their long, dark brown, blonde, or black hair (no kinks or coils to tackle); their thigh gap (yes, I’m speaking of that “Peeping Tom” opening between a woman’s thighs); their perfectly pouted lips (no dry patches or cracks); or their slightly curvaceous and firm derriere (no wobble or jiggle).
The outer shell of a woman is seen as a very exquisite and elegant piece of fine art … a mold crafted only by the hands of an eminent deity. The core of a woman is where she holds her truth, her pain, her love, her wisdom, her courage, her strength, her pride, and her joy.
If seen through the eyes of the world, a perception of beauty would turn into words of hate, words of praise, or a faint misconception. Again, I ask, What makes one beautiful? I would answer if I could, but I won’t.
You never know what someone is going through until you walk miles (barefoot) or in their shoes with no soles. Everyone attempts to travel alone before needing the company of someone else. The world is composed of too many bullies (intentional or unintentional). Before you form your lips to speak, allow your thoughts to process. The tongue is the most powerful weapon we as humans possess. It’s like a samurai sword piercing through your body and tipping the core of your heart (right before the “lub dub”).
We were all planted on this earth to bloom without fear of someone cutting off our supply of water, oxygen, and essential nutrients and fly without fear of someone clipping our wings. Humans tend to be the most disengaged and insensible beings on earth. We often attack others (with words) like a predator decoying its prey. Words can hurt and in many instances, kill.
I ask that each and every one of you take just five minutes out of your day to converse with a stranger. It only takes a few seconds to utter, “Good Morning” or “Have a beautiful day.” Smile like you just won the lottery. Actually you did … the lottery of life. You were blessed with another chance and another opportunity to LIVE. Be a blessing to someone else. A chapter in your life story could be the one to save a life.
There’s no better love than the love you give yourself. It’s unconditional, it’s uniquely and genetically formed, it’s one-of-a-kind, it’s deeper than the eye can truly see. Beauty is beyond the flesh … it’s stored in the core of the soul. Every woman and man was created from the finer elements of the earth. As children we were led to believe that little boys were made of “snips and snails, and puppy dog tails” and little girls were made of “sugar and spice and all things nice.” As an adult, I’ve grown to accept that we all are a bitter-sweet beautiful mess.
When I stare at my reflection in the mirror, my flaws are magnified. I begin to count the dark brown freckles on my face, I poke (and often pop) the protruding pimples on my forehead, I yank that one long black strand of hair under my chinny chin chin (that annoying piece of shit is like weeds in the middle of a rose garden), I squeeze my nostrils together just to get a quick glimpse of my nose in a standard European form. I then would do a half turn and notice that “phat” ass (squat jumps and lunges are truly a woman’s best friend right after diamonds and designer dogs). The struggles of being a woman in love … more like, in a “love/like/dislike/I can’t stand you” relationship with herself.
There’s no one in this world like you. We all have a purpose to live, to love, and to appreciate the beauty in life. If no one ever tells you this, let me be the first … “You are beautiful!” Love yourself first before giving it all to someone else.
“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it” Confucius