I am in the beginnings of going back to an old style. One that is very dear to me, and challenges me not to be lazy in my way of dressing. I spent 30 minutes on my hair this morning and rarely spend that much time getting ready for my normal everyday life.
Growing up I was not (or at least I thought) the pretty girl and never was the "B" word (beautiful) girl. I still don't consider myself to be that way. When people compliment me on my looks I usually think they have had some eye surgery and have been left with blurry vision. Perhaps they have beer goggles on and are mistaking me for someone else who has a more narrow nose, straight teeth and a nice body. Even when my husband and closet friend say something I get an uneasy feeling. I get uncomfortable, say something about how ugly I really am and perhaps it's the angle and the PBR in their hand.
In the past year or so some of my old high school guy friends have said they always thought I was the "b" word. WHAT? I often turn to the female version of Charlie Brown and think "I wish I had known so I would not have had a lifetime of self-doubt". But, that is not what was in the cards for me. So maybe now I can finally appreciate what I have to offer. I know my nose is wide, my teeth are crooked, my face has moles and my body has proof is has made five amazing children (plus an additional six who have gone on).
After a talk with a dear friend, I can say "Thank You"
Here are some screen shots from my iPhone....proof to me that people see things, I still can not. Also, proof to my mom that even though she did not think I was beautiful other people do.