The Problem with the word "beauty"
I'm going to be honest with you guys, because a lot of you have been with me for some time. But, I have to confess that I've been feeling quite negative towards this blog for quite a while. It's not hat I don't like writing it, because I really do. I just feel a little...hmm, fake. Let me explain...
I often read other people's beauty blogs, and watch videos on YouTube, and I look at how pretty and attractive most of these other women are, and I feel quite inadequate at times. Being a larger person, there are a lot of things that I can't do. I can't, for example, talk about an actress' style, because I couldn't replicate it on myself, because I don't have the body shape. And I often find myself thinking that I'm not pretty enough to be writing a blog about beauty, because 99% of modern society probably wouldn't class me as a physically beautiful person. And, in that sense, I feel quite fake.
But then I have to sit down and realise that "beauty" isn't about being the perfect size, the perfect figure, with the perfect face shape etc etc, because when you delve deeper, you quickly realise that these girls that I consider to be a million times more attractive than me don't necessarily consider themselves to be as pretty as I consider them to be. They have hang-ups, just like I do. They have crooked teeth, imperfections on the skin, wonky noses and they still write about all this stuff.
I guess the moral of this story is, that I realised, that I have to keep writing this blog, because there are other young women, just like me, that are constantly being made to feel inadequate because they don't fit into this stereotype, or into that Size 4 dress! Who get questioned why they wear makeup, because they still look ugly. The answer to which is that we don't wear makeup so that you'll think we're pretty, we do it for ourselves, to boost that confidence a little. We do it so that we can accept ourselves, not so that you'll accept us (although it does sometimes help to feel accepted).
The whole "beauty is only skin deep" is of course a big cliche, but quite often, the really beautiful people are not the ones with the seemingly perfect skin, but the ones that admit their flawed, accept their imperfections, but refuse to hide away from them.
I've spent too much of my life, wasted, because other people made me feel bad about my large forehead, how thin my hair is, and even my weight. But, you know what, I do have issues with all of those things, but they're my issues, and they make me who I am. I'm not necessarily proud with my weight, but if I was the person that I thought I wanted to be, I don't think that I'd be where I am today. And here's a little secret, I am VERY happy with where I am today (although I'd like to be earning more money ;))