Hey there pretty people!
Today I'm participating in a unique FTLOB linky party called "Embrace the Face."
It's different from other linky parties because it's more than posting about the yummy recipe you made or what inspirations you found on Pinterest...
it's more like a mission, and I encourage you all to join in :)
It's a topic I have explored before in my No Makeup Moment but didn't fully embrace the message, and that message is:
"Beauty comes from within."
How many times do we look in the mirror and immediately start criticizing ourselves? Our self talk can be much worse than what any bully has ever said to us...
I remember specifically in the fifth grade one of the prettiest girls in my class said I look like a wooly mammoth because I had thick eyebrows and didn't pluck them yet. I went straight home, took a razor, and shaved right down the middle of my eyebrows.
I remember in middle school there was this kid that said I had a horse face, probably because my face is oval and my front teeth are kinda big. I've been self conscious of my teeth ever since.
I remember someone calling me "coon" in the eighth grade because I started wearing black eyeliner and didn't know how to apply it yet. I have since perfected the winged liner look, but I always wonder if it's too much.
Much more people have told me how beautiful I am over the years, so why do I latch on to the negative remarks and forget about the positive?
It's difficult to tell ourselves that we're beautiful. We believe the negative, and instead of embracing our true beauty, we try to convince ourselves how ugly we are so that it agrees with what has been rooted deep in our subconscious. Pretty soon every time we look in the mirror we start focusing on every single flaw, like...
I look like a monster with all this acne on my face.
Are my eyes too close together?
My eyebrows are so manly.
I hate the way I look without bangs.
Why does my mouth have to droop to one side?
I wish my smile was symmetrical.
I really, really hate my snaggle tooth that sticks out.
When I moved away I learned a lot about myself without the pressures of high school, and eventually grew into my beauty. I realized what people had said about me in the past no longer mattered. Life wasn't a popularity contest. Life to me was figuring out who I was and loving that person inside no matter what flaws are exposed on the outside.
I am a beautiful woman.
I love my dark brown eyes and extra long lashes.
The beauty mark above my lip makes me feel like a movie star.
My dad once said my thick eyebrows reminded him of Brook Shields.
Even though my smile is crooked, it has good character.
My nose is quite cute and proportionate to my face.
No one seems to notice my acne because my smile shines through.
I know that I'm beautiful, and anyone who thinks differently obviously does not matter.
If I've learned anything from watching seventeen seasons of America's Next Top Model, it's that beauty resides in our flaws and insecurities. We may have been ugly ducklings at some point, but there is a swan inside all of us, and when she is free she is able to share her beauty with the rest of the world.
Embrace it, love it, show it...