I am thankful to have grown up with good genes, and a solid set of beliefs about self-worth. My family, friends and husband have always made me feel beautiful on the outside, (but not as much as they made me feel beautiful on the inside). I never felt much need to cover up my face with heavy makeup. Call me lazy, but it's a lot of work to keep up appearances and I have more valuable things to do. I have my beauty secrets and I take care of my skin. I don't make a habit of leaving the house without a lick of makeup, but neither do I fear it.
We live in a world where we are taught to put our best face forward, to make a good first impression, to look our best. It's a lot to live up to. I'll admit to being prematurely thankful for our move to the Yukon from Ottawa, because among the promise of adventure, I had hoped it would mean I could live somewhere things were a little more laid back. Where I wouldn't have to worry that my appearance would be judged. That perhaps my looks would be second-fiddle to my work and ability to rough it in the North.
Living in the North, becoming a wife and seeing myself through my daughters' bright blue eyes has given me a real sense of confidence. My experiences have given me great pride in myself and my character, but tonight I am reflecting on how I look. And I am happy. Grateful. I have not been disfigured by scars or other accidents. I have not been emotionally traumatized and left with a skewed self-perception. I have been taught to wear makeup that enhances the beauty my mama gave me, and how to take care of my skin so that I may age gracefully and with pride. This is all I can ask for, and certainly what I hope to pass on to my girls.
When I walk past a young lady downtown wearing too much makeup, I don't scorn her or laugh. I instead hope she'll soon see herself for the beautiful lady she is, because of course she is beautiful. (We all are.)
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No makeup! Getting ready for my good friend's wedding last fall. |
You are one hot mama for sure.
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