Be Advised

Be advised:
The image you see in the mirror may not seem exactly as you appear.
Know what that’s called?
That’s called insecurity . . .
otherwise known as an inaccurate version of who we are.

What you look like, how you stand, speak, walk, laugh, and react;
the sound of your voice, the shape of your body, the height of your frame,
the color of your skin, the color of your hair, and the shape of your smile,
the sound of your voice, the clothes you wear, the words you choose,
and the concern you feel to laugh out loud, all may appear differently
to our perception of ourselves than it would be to someone else.

And you want to feel good about yourself . . .
You really do. You want to feel confident.
You want to fit in and feel as if you belong, as if you’re “Good enough,” or as if you have status. You want to feel desirable and beautiful. You want to be colorful and vibrant. You want to feel as though you belong on the inside of a world, which is lined by a red carpet, and closed off by velvet ropes and brass stanchions.

And you want to be loved . . .
You want to be loved as if the way you are, both inside and out is breathtaking; as if to someone out there, and hopefully to more than one person; you are wanted beyond measure.

We learn about the misconceptions of beauty at a young age. We learn about the plastic pieces that come together and make an inaccurate puzzle to decipher whether we are beautiful or not.
The lessons we learn come during our childhood. They come with inaccurate images of what’s acceptable—or better yet, they come in inaccurate descriptions of the one thing everyone wants to be, which, in a word is simply beautiful.

We grew up wrong . . .
We grew up believing lies, such as beauty is limited to a predetermined size or shape. We were taught young and separated into different divisions of socially acceptable. We were divided into different tiers of cool—we were split in sections of who’s who and what’s what.

Think about it . . .  
Think about the school cafeteria.
Think about the tables you sat in and how one side belonged to one group and the other side belonged to another.

Think about this . . .
There are three parts to a cafeteria. On one side are the athletes and the prom queens. You have the pretty and the socially desired. This is only one side of the popular crowd.
The other side of the cafeteria is popular too, but they represent the troublemakers. They are equally pretty in their own way, but they wear different fashions and perhaps more they are rebellious than the “Pep rally” sort.

Between the two sides is the middle. Between them are shades of color that fade from bright lights of social victory to the faceless and socially stagnant members of an unknown class.  

And you want to be a part . . .
You really do.
You want to be anything but stuck in the middle
or faceless and unknown.

I spent much of my life feeling irredeemable when in fact;
all I wanted to be is beautiful.

Be advised:
The image you see in the mirror may not seem exactly as you appear.

It took decades for me to understand and redefine my definitions of beauty
It took time for me realize that anyone with an ugly inside can only be average at best, regardless to how pretty they may seem on the outside.

But more importantly . . .
it took decades for me to decide that I will no longer be defined
by someone else’s description of beauty.

And at last . . .

I am beautiful


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