Sometimes feeling beautiful is easier said that done. With so many images of what appears to be perfection swimming around us at any given moment — on our phones, in magazines, when we’re simply trying to walk down the street — it’s easy to feel like sometimes you just don’t measure up. While I consider myself a pretty confident person, I’m not immune to this. I don’t think any of us are.
My head is often held highest when my hair is nicely coiffed and my makeup on point. Nothing wrong with that. But there was a time when I only truly felt beautiful when I was ‘put together’. When I’d plucked, polished, weaved and blended my way to perfection.
Confident or not, seeing beauty in oneself in the raw — no adornments, no primping, flaws and all — is something I’m always working on. With so many distractions in society, recognizing the beauty in our minimal, bare and natural skin is something I think we as women should be intentional about. Love is work…whether it’s loving another person or loving ourselves, inside and out.
I’m not ashamed to admit that I have beauty building exercises that I practice regularly. For example, taking some time after I get out the shower to just admire myself in the mirror for a few minutes…looking for all the things that are great on this body of mine. Even on days when my hair is looking cray cray (exhibit A) or I have a huge zit on my cheek, I’m happy that I can now see beauty through that.
This is me. I’m not perfect. And I’m proud of the ongoing work I put in so that finding comfort and seeing beauty in my own skin is no longer about perfection.