"You are Beautiful"
Thursday, August 11, 2016
“You are
beautiful!” “You are beautiful!” “You are beautiful!” “You are beautiful!” I
hear this probably every single day from my girlfriends at the cafeteria at
school, at the gym as we work out together to get this perfect bodies but I am
lost, world!! I tell them how beautiful they are too knowing how compliments
are very necessary in the life we live in now. You want to always know you are
beautiful or at least ‘trying to look beautiful’. This is what I have learned
from the society through my naïve ears and eyes. I have learned that if you do
not fit a certain standard, you’re synonymous with the lesser. I have been
caught up with the nonsense of it all. I am walking through a road of
unreachable expectations. “God! I wish I looked like Gabrielle Union.”
Statements like this have made me believe that I can never actually be good
enough. I want to be like someone I will never be. These unreachable
expectations break every individual striving to be like somebody. Body’s not
good enough? ‘Don’t eat, you’d rather starve, you need that flat tummy.’ I look
around, plastered photos on billboards, commercials, music video scenes, barbie
dolls. The typical beauty queens. Oh Beauty! I have realized that beauty is
having hair that falls perfectly straight. Cascading like waterfalls. Eyes so
beautiful. Diamonds faltered in comparison. Skin that’s not too dark. They say
“light skin is the right skin”. And a body that belongs on the cover of
Cosmopolitan. Beauty. I put on that make up they tell me to, to look for
perfection. Concealer, foundation, mascara. I fill in these lines till I’ve
colored myself “pretty”. As if it hides my emotional scars. I am screaming to
the world. “Is this what you want? What about what I want?” And then, there’s
this thing called a mirror. If I look in I see my reflection. The picture so
clear. I can’t help but make an assessment. I still see every flaw, every
imperfection, every insecurity, every heartbreak, every time I wish I were that
person on TV. But what is this beauty?
I have been racking my mind trying to find the perfect
definition on what beauty really is but I just don’t seem to find a clear one.
I have been trying to look for beauty by trying to fit in. My idea of beauty
has been tainted and poisoned. Never do I remember my mother’s words any
longer. I cling to what I have been made to believe by the boys at school and
by the men with eyes that never seem to get off what they call beauty. I hold
on to the societal demands of beauty and I forget that, beauty, was never meant
to have a definition. Beauty was meant to be looked at with fascination. If you
think beauty is more than the surface of your skin. Then you have started at a
good place to begin. Beauty is not on the outside. It is not something that you
can see. Beauty is something within you. Something you just have to be. Beauty
is always giving, and asking for nothing in return. Beauty is that thing deep
inside you. It is not something you can learn. Beauty lingers in everyone, it
sleeps within the soul. But only some of us find it, and that is what makes you
whole. Beauty is being a friend, a friend that is always there. Beauty is
believing in someone, and letting them know you care. Never feel disheartened,
a lack of beauty is never near. Beauty isn’t I love you, but giving love that’s
true. Beauty isn’t sweet words, but words that inspires lives. Beauty isn’t
what you say, but the way it’s said. Beauty can lighten eyes, but true beauty
lives, very deep inside. Its grace can bring joy to Hundreds of hearts. It is
easy to find beauty, just gaze into the mirror. And remember that the only
thing that matters, really matters, is that you can meet your eyes in that
mirror each day and know that you have been true to yourself and that you know
that beauty is more than the skin you are covered in. Make those scars
beautiful. “You are beautiful”. “You are beautiful.” And I don’t mean to sound
cliché, but yes you are beautiful no matter what they say. His body was broken
His blood spilled so one day you’d realize what you are in His eyes.
Unexplainably Indescribably Unequivocally Beautiful In Him. You would be wondrous
and made whole. Sweetheart, one day you’ll believe that beauty is more than the
physical. One by one, the pieces will align until you can look at yourself,
head held high, smile and say I am beautiful.
1 comments
I love this Sharon��
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