Hey there, beautiful! Yes, I’m talking to you. I want you to know that you are BEAUTIFUL, and YOU ARE LOVED.
I don’t know about you, but some days I feel like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world, and there are days that I see my reflection staring back at me in the mirror (usually because of lack of sleep), and I ask myself, “Who is that old-looking lady”? However, it’s nothing that a little tube of lipstick, mascara and an eyebrow pencil can’t fix. I then look at that mirror and put on a big smile and say, “Now, I’m ready”.
Years ago, when I was going through my phase of not loving anything about myself, I always wanted to look like someone else or be built like a “Brick House”, as the Commodores used to sing. I was as skinny as a rail back then, and the only thing you saw were these two big feet suspended from this pencil thin body. I ate everything I could get my hands on, but no cigar; I couldn’t gain weight to save my life. At some point, though, I had to say “Whoa, Nellie” because the weight wouldn’t stop coming; I continued to “expand” year after year.
I remember vividly when the dropped waist dresses came out in the early 1980’s; I wanted one so badly. However, when I tried on a number of them, they all looked like they were still hanging on the hanger. That was really depressing. Eventually, I found a light blue one, that looked pretty decent which, ultimately, became one of my favorites.
Fast forward. Today, I can’t imagine being anyone else. I always say that “Halle Berry ain’t got nothing on me”. Now, before you all spew whatever you’re drinking out of your mouth and fall out laughing as you imagine me standing next to her with my head held high, let me explain. Halle Berry is an extremely beautiful woman, and in 2003 she graced the cover of People Magazine as one of the 50 most beautiful women in the world. I could live to be 2,000 years old and would never be voted for that category so, in my logical mind, I know there is simply no comparison. However, I have LEARNED to be comfortable in my skin, and you can’t tell me that I don’t have it going on. Even with all of my physical flaws and rolls and lumps of “fat”, I am beautiful inside and out. Yes, I did say that, and no I’m not being conceited, and no I’m not crazy nor have I “bumped my head”, as we used to say. I’m proud of my “beauty”, and have “LEARNED” to walk in it and my “UNIQUENESS”.
If you’ve never told yourself that you are beautiful, give yourself permission to do so. You don’t have to feel inferior to another woman’s beauty because YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. Next, I want you to tell yourself that YOU ARE LOVED because you are. Maybe you don’t feel loved by anyone, but you can begin to feel loved by “LEARNING” to love yourself first.