Being a girl isn’t easy. You know it; I know it; but he will never know it. Why? A. Because that’s the point of trying so hard (so he won’t know we’re trying) and B. Because even if he did know how much effort it took, he still wouldn’t understand. The amount of time (not to mention money $$$) that it takes to make us “miraculously” look gorgeous is unreal. That could easily be translated into an extra hour of sleep every night. Any takers? Cause I’ve got one over here on this side of the keyboard. (Not to mention Alyssa who’s currently sleeping on my shoulder with a full face of make up. Tired yet beautiful. Case in point.)
Poll question: What’s more beneficial, that extra hour of beauty sleep or beautifying your face to cover up for your lack of sleep? Since most of us don’t have the courage to experiment by sleeping in and going to work naked-faced, we’ll probably never know.
But regardless of what’s actually most efficient in making us look beautiful, I think we first need to define what ‘beautiful’ actually means. My definition is simple: you. Why? Because you’re you. How? Because you’re you. You, me, our moms, our sisters, our grandmas, our aunts, cousins, nieces, granddaughters, best friends and acquaintances. We’re all incredibly stunning. Oh and that really annoying girl who continually drives you unbearably insane? Well, she’s beautiful too; just like you, and just like me.
“Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.”
Who are we to decide who’s pretty and who’s not; who gave us that power? No one. We’ve just somehow come to think that we’re entitled enough to make such decisions. News flash: we’re not.
The real women of this world are the ones who are building others up, not putting them down; we all have so much to be thankful for and so much to celebrate. Simply being happy, charismatic women and striving to have a positive purpose makes us beautiful. And not just like a really nice bouquet of flowers kind of beautiful (unless they’re daisies, obviously). I mean beautiful like a mother holding her newborn baby for the first time, or an old couple holding hands walking down the street (even after 50 seemingly endless amazingly crazy years together), or (my personal favorite) watching a parent graduate from college before you because they want to give you something to strive for. (A note to my mama: Mom, you’ve always been a better role model to me and Lauren than I could ever ask for; you never cease to amaze me with your talents and accomplishments. I love you.)
There’s no greater definition of beautiful than our everyday actions and who it is that we are consciously choosing to become. We’re continually defining what it means to be beautiful, and we have the power to redefine it; but it has to be a choice, and it has to be for you.
So go grab those funky pants you’ve been dying to rock (you know, those patterned ones from JCrew that have been staring at you for the last month); try that new hairstyle from Pinterest that you’ve been too self-conscious to debut; decide that today, you’re going to be 100% yourself. How could there possibly be anyone better? You’re pretty perfect already. And did I mention beautiful? Sure there’s always room for a little tune-up here and there, but that’s no reason to not be you.
If we all pledge to love, if we all pledge acceptance of each other, then what is there to be afraid of? Okay, snakes. And maybe spiders. But somehow that’s incredibly less daunting than malicious gossip and unending judgment. Yes, it’s an effort, but it has to be a universal one; no one can start this movement alone. Everyday we have to choose to love ourselves, love the person next to us (whoever they may be), recognize both our own beauty and theirs, and actively remind each other that we are beautiful. Because we absolutely are.
Something else that’s beautiful: the San Francisco Giants. Let’s take this series, baby!
Keep doing you.