who decides who is the prettiest of them all?
For a lot of reasons this question has popped into my mind again and then after a conversation on Twitter
I decided that the nails can wait until tomorrow I want to explore this.
Where did your view of beauty come from? Do you know?
Where did your view of ugly, fat, weird, skinny, too tall, too short come from?
Is this what beauty looks like?
or is it this?
Who decided what plus size is and why is it called that?
Is this plus size? Seriously? Who changed the rules and who gave that idiot the right to change them?
When my Mother was a teen this was average, normal, beautiful.
So why now is this no longer the perfect body? Who and when did it change?
These ladies are Plus size models and acourding to mainstream fashion and society they are overweight.....WHAT!
Why isn't this the picture of perfection?
I am aware that I do not , on most occasions, agree with the mainstream.
I know that a lot of what I see as beautiful is repulsive, odd, creepy, ugly etc. to the deciders of "The Rules of beauty"
Did you ever think that just maybe the rules are wrong?
Maybe we have allowed the wrong people to tell us what beauty is.
Is this what intelligent looks like?
Or maybe this is truly what intelligence looks like.
Is she the ultimate in feminine?
or is she?
When did the influence of our family, friends and loved ones go silent?
Why do we hear magazines, Television and movies view of what we should be so loud and clear?
Is this what you strive for?
or is the reflection that you desire?
What is my point?
I spent the majority of my life trying to be something/someone that is not possible for me to acheive.
I wanted to have milky white skin or blonde hair, blue eyes. At times I wanted to be 5 inches taller or to be perfectly thin. At times I wanted to be "normal" or to be smarter.
What I was, was never good enough. But why? Why wasn't me perfect enough for me?
Through my adult years of observing I can to accept my not so normal views on the world and found that weird is wonderful. I finally realized that I am very smart, just not in the traditional sense. My English is rough, my spelling is sad and let's not even talk about my math skills but I can look at a piece of jewlery and figure out how to make a similar piece, or I can purchase $16 worth of materials and make an amazing prom dress for my daughter, or I can start a cosmetic company from nothing and within a year be making women all over the world feel beautiful.
But it is only in recent years that I have started accepting that the physical me
IS beautiful. My nose is not too big. My feet are not too small. Dark hair is sultry and amazing. Brown eyes are gorgeous. My butt is not too big, and it's rather comfy for sitting. My size is just fine for me. I'm not too short or too fat.
The problem is that the blind fool that is trying to destroy our self worth is winning the war.
That pathetic ass is a master of deception. The rule maker has brainwashed us into thinking that we are less than perfect. And sadly we as humans have allowed it.
I refuse to allow my children or yours to grow up thinking that they aren't good enough.
I don't want them to struggle with anorexia and compulsive eating as I did. I want them look in the mirror and think "this is what beauty is." I want them to feel brilliant at whatever they do. I have never met a stupid child, so how is it that there are so many stupid adults? Someone forgot to teach those people that smart does not live in this one little box, smart is about perspective not dollars. I have met some idiots who have a lot of money and I've met some amazing minds that haven't a dime.
I still fall back into bad paterns of selfimage. I forget that I'm curvy, not fat and I occasionally lose site of how amazing the story of love is that created my unusual skin color and my perfect nose.
I am very lucky that when I forget, my dear sweet husband reminds me.
So I thought that some of my friends out here might have forgoten as well and might not have
someone to remind them. I will be your someone.
You are beautiful! Tall, short, skinny, curvy, muscular, red hair, blonde, brunette or pink, purple and blue, no matter the color of your eyes, the size of your shoe, whether you are fair as snow or dark as the richest mocha, if you have freckles, a crooked smile, or whatever it is that makes you you. You are beautiful, you are amazing, you are brilliant and you are perfect just as you are!
Physical beauty is as diverse as the universe
Beauty has many colors
Beauty does not fit into any one box
Perfect is what you decide
You are as amazingly perfect as you choose to be
You do not need to change a thing
Smile and let you shine.
Shake the world a bit and let them know that the new beauty is in every mirror and on every face!
I challenge each of you to break down the false rules and create a better and more accepting world for our children. Each rule that we dispose of is one child that will NEVER think that they aren't perfect as they are.