You’re probably wondering what the title of this blog is talking about and maybe even laughing at how conceited I seem, either way give me a chance to explain myself (don’t worry I’m not going to talk about how great I think I am…well…not really). Self confidence is something that is really close to my heart. I haven’t always been confident: I’m awkward, I have a lisp, I’m slightly pigeon toed, I have a scar on my forehead and I make jokes that not a lot of people find funny (but I find hilarious). I spent a good portion of my life HATING all of those things…my seventh grade diary is pretty much a tribute to my insecurities. I wondered why my hair couldn’t be longer, my skin couldn’t be smoother, I wanted to be shorter (so I could be a flyer in cheer), then taller (so I could be a supermodel of course), more tan, skinnier, curvier, etc, etc. The moral of the story is I wanted to be anything but who I was. I don’t think my story is unique. Girls everywhere measure themselves up to these unrealistic standards. Everyone wants it all but refuses to recognize what’s already right in front of them.
There’s nothing wrong with self improvement. I want to be the best person I can be, I want to improve myself but that doesn’t mean I have to be a clone of Scarlett Johansson or Taylor Swift or Marisa Miller. Sometime during my freshman year of college I realized that not being these people didn’t make me less wonderful (maybe I was a little slow, I don’t know). I had been wasting years of my life wishing to look like someone else and in turn I wasn’t appreciating the person I was. As a nanny I can become a little bit disheartened. I babysit three beautiful, intelligent, caring little girls. They are so young yet they are already questioning their own beauty and worth and measuring themselves up to the standards set in magazines, movies, books, etc.
I read a quote on pinterest (or something) once that really inspired me, it said, “You can be the ripest juiciest peach, and there’s still going to be someone out there who doesn’t like peaches”. How true is that? You can be the tallest, skinniest and tannest, you can have the silkiest hair, a perfect manicure or…I don’t know really great teeth…but there will still be people who look at you and say “wow your feet are too big” or think “I’m so glad I don’t have her wide shoulders”. It’s silly really because as cliche as it sounds no one is perfect and you really just have to fall in love with who you are. As soon as you love the person you are the happier you will be and everything else will start to fall into place. I’m not kidding.
A few of my friends and I like to joke that “it’s tough being a ten”, or in other words, it’s rough to be beautiful. It’s
mainly a joke but I think it’s sort of a philosophy that more people should adopt. Building each other (and ourselves) up isn’t a crime. You aren’t conceited because you’re comfortable in your own skin. And okay…real talk, I really don’t think there is anything wrong with thinking that you’re beautiful as long as you don’t look down on other people or think of anyone else as inferior to you.
Top Ten Things that Make me feel Beautiful:
1. An intense workout: No matter how sweaty and red and disgusting I look, I feel strong and therefore much more beautiful.
2. Listening to pop music and dancing around
in my underwear: Okay this is super cheesy but I swear it works. I’m pretty sure it’s impossible to feel ugly when you’re lip-syncing Madonna and the Spice Girls.
3. Laughing so hard that I
cry, almost pee my pants, my abs are sore, (all of them): Laughing with friends or family or even at myself just makes me happy and as Audrey Hepburn pointed out…happy girls are the prettiest.
4. Getting dressed up and having a selfie photo shoot with friends (and laughing at how silly they all look): Self explanatory right?
5. Adorning my hair with wildflowers: Whether I look like a forest fairy or a hippie freak, it doesn’t matter because I feel completely natural and at one with the earth. Whenever there are flowers in my hair I just feel pretty.
6. Cuddling and eskimo kissing this cutie:
7. Jotting down a few things I love about myself: It can be physical features like my legs because they’re strong and they help me to run and walk and climb or my silly personality or my freckles. It helps to be positive and think about what I DO have, not what I don’t.
8. The perfect outfit: This one is a little more shallow but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t true. I ALWAYS feel more beautiful when my clothes are actually matching and coordinated and I’ve accessorized a little bit. The clothes don’t have to be expensive just pieces that are flattering and stylish.
9. Spending time with my family and close friends: Being with people I love makes me soo happy, not only do these people build me up and make me feel beautiful but seeing the inner (and outer) beauty in them helps me to radiate inner beauty as well.
10. Being my weird, awkward and silly self: Sometimes I’m hyper, sometimes (always) I say the wrong thing, I bite my nails, cover my skin in henna tattoos, put a million little braids in my hair, and sing (horribly) at the top of my lungs in the car. Feeling like I am free to be all of these things without judgement makes me feel incredibly happy and incredibly beautiful.
What about you, have you ever been insecure? What do you love about yourself? And what makes you feel beautiful?