As a teen, I obsessed about my looks no more than others. I wasn't hideous, but I didn't have the luscious curls of some of my classmates or the dazzling smile of those who were popular with the boys. And so I worried... I fussed over my hair and experimented with makeup, secretly practiced dance moves in the bathroom and pretended to like beer. While I didn't consider myself beautiful, I was surprised to discover later in life that others did. Fast forward thirty years, I now KNOW I am attractive and I have learned to FEEL attractive too. I now value comfort and convenience more than I used to and would not even dream of applying waterproof makeup when going to the beach or hitting the slopes. And I have tried to embrace 'beach hair don't care' mantra... which I understand is about more than just looks by the way... and yet... I do care. For all my confidence, I am still a bit obsessed and self-conscious about my looks. Shouldn't I have stopped worrying years ago?
Do we ever get over the insecurity we faced as teens? But with age comes perspective. And why do we obsess over looks rather than character and living? Is there a woman alive who has faced many of these same challenges. Very real journaling and a lovely page. And clearly you are a lovely woman!
I loved your journaling and I do think most of has been there. With age comes acceptance. Your page are gorgeous and the photo show a very beautiful woman!
Love this self-reflection and know that many women feel as you do. It's a shame we spend so much time and energy worrying about our looks, but even with age, it's hard not to in this very media and looks driven society. I hope that by writing this out, you realize you ARE beautiful and as long as you know it, it doesn't matter what others think. Thank you so much for sharing this layout in this challenge!
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