There comes a day in every girl’s life when she realizes that she is not the prettiest princess in the room. I’m not sure exactly when that day was for me but I know I was very young. Having a daughter myself, I can tell you that every girl is born into this world knowing she is the most gorgeous, amazing creature ever. Every body part, including her tummy, is just a body part and something to be examined (and possibly chewed on) with delight. Jelly Bean is 2.5 years old and watching her frolic after bathtime tonight assures me that she has not yet lost that fairy magic. But while some of us keep that wonder a bit longer than others – I think having parents who adore every inch of you helps – somewhere between babyhood and girlhood, it’s gone. Extinguished like a candle under a cup. The candle is still there of course but it no longer lights our way.
Before we even learn words like “glass ceiling” we learn two irreconcilable “facts”: 1) That beauty is our currency and 2) That we will never be beautiful enough. And every girl (and let’s be honest, many boys too) then has to decide how to make sense out of this non-sense.
I’ve seen a lot of different reactions to this:
- The pretty girls who are pretty enough and determined enough to try and keep climbing that ladder. Maybe, just maybe, if they workout a little longer, eat less dessert, buy a designer dress, get implants and have just the right hair then they will be rechristened Prettiest Princess Ever. Or at least the prettiest princess in their particular room.
- The average girls who try to make the best of what they’ve got and then fight like crazy to be the smartest, funniest or wittiest instead. (Never realizing of course that these ladders go to the same nowhere as the pretty ladder – no achievement will ever be deemed “enough” either).
- The average girls who try to take themselves completely out of the game. They aren’t much into makeup, hair or clothes. Many (successfully) just try to blend in. Tall poppies get cut down, after all. And you can’t mourn the loss of something you never had, right?
- The girls who rage against the box they’ve been put in by getting mohawks and tattoos, buzz cuts and f*** you attitudes. And yet are still unable to hide the beauty they were born with.
- The girls who are afraid of their own beauty. Many have been abused or bullied. Often their beauty, or lack thereof, was cited as the cause — a way to place the blame for the evil committed against them, on them. Too many believe it.
- The girls that society marginalizes for a variety of “defects”: too fat, too thin, too much nose, too little lip, too pale, too brown, too shy, too talkative, too too.
I’m going to be completely honest: I’ve been all of these girls at different stages in my life and there is heartbreak in every one.
I was reminded of this the other day during a conversation with a woman whose job is in the beauty industry. As she was detailing to me all the various services available (for those who can pay) – everything from teeth whitening to laser skin resurfacing to botox – I interrupted her to ask, “Do you ever just stop someone and say, ‘You know, you’re good now! You don’t need anything else!’ ” She looked surprised and then answered, “Well nobody’s perfect. There’s always something else that can be done!” I replied (and yes I did actually say this), “That is the saddest thing I have ever heard.” While I know that she was looking at it purely from a an industry standpoint and probably didn’t mean it to be this meta, it still struck me as sad that you could get every treatment that money could buy and you still wouldn’t be beautiful “enough.”
Reader Sarah sent me an interesting e-mail today. In it she included a quote from the British Olympian and cyclist Victoria Pendleton. Pendleton writes in her column for Zest magazine,
“It still surprises me that we have such a narrow view of what makes women attractive. I’ve been photographed lots of times over the years, but one picture sticks in my mind. I wore a dress that exposed my whole back and when I saw the photo on a screen at the shoot I thought “Wow! My back looks muscly,” and I felt really proud. But, when the picture was printed, my back was smooth and practically muscle free. They’d softened it all and I was so disappointed because I’d put a lot of work into that! I guess, in their opinion, being muscly isn’t that attractive in a woman. But surely if you take a picture of an athlete, you’d expect to see some muscle, wouldn’t you?”
She’s an Olympian. With her own column in a beauty mag. And she’s still not good enough.
So when will we finally be good enough? As long as we let others define us then the answer is a resounding never. But I’m convinced we can relight our candle. First is understanding that we may be able to purchase pretty but beauty cannot be bought. Second is recognizing what makes us feel truly, deeply beautiful – the way we felt when we were two and could stare at ourselves in the mirror for ten minutes without a single judgmental thought.
What makes me feel truly beautiful:
- When someone’s eyes light up when I walk into a room.
- When I catch myself laughing uncontrollably.
- When I am able to do something for someone else that makes their day a little brighter.
- When I wear a dress that I designed and sewed myself.
- When I feel needed and able to meet that need.
- When my Kindergartner tells me he thinks my “hair stuff looks very stylish.” (Stylish! Where did he learn that?)
- When someone writes to tell me that something I’ve written has made their life better/easier/happier/snort-laughier.
- When I can cry with someone else who is crying and laugh with others who are laughing.
- When I do something really hard. Even if it doesn’t work out the way I intended.
- When I pray. Sometimes I just need to be reminded: He made me beautiful. Everything else is just window decoration.
None of these can be bought. But all are within my grasp.
What makes you feel truly beautiful? Are you able to tap into that little girl? What is one thing you can do today to help someone else feel beautiful? (Hint: if you need an idea, start with a huge, genuine smile.)
What a human post. Ashe
This was a really great post! I’m bookmarking it to come back and read it whenever I need a pick-me-up.
@Mona: oh, and the little girl in the first picture is absolutely gorgeous!
“When someone writes to tell me that something I’ve written has made their life better/easier/happier”
You have written something that made my day better and happier. I hope that I have now done the same for you. I have enjoyed a few of your most recent post which bring such a beautiful humanity to the issues of health and lifestyle. There is more to the story: love, life, living, and giving. Thank you for sharing that!
And the 2nd half of this article reminds me of the E. Badu song “Cleva, when I fuss around, I’m cleva.”
This is so beautiful and it really, truly touched me. The way it was written was just…excellent. I’m a little lost for words…I lost my fairy magic. I hope to get it back.
aww what a beautiful post! this is so true. I used to think badly about myself because i would define myself from what people would say or think. I had even asked God why He made me ugly, and He just opened my eyes to a whole different world of beauty which as you said cannot be bought. He showed me that He looks at the heart and I started to pray (this was at like age 14) “God please make me beautiful from the inside out”. He just transformed me and when I got saved at age 19 He just revealed His truths and those are the truths I will always live by. Even now when someone says ‘you’re beautiful’, i take it in in a way that reminds me of where i came from and where God took me and how it truly is all about HIS beauty shining through and not about the makeup etc (although there is nothing wrong with makeup, just meaning at the end of the day its the soul). I’m only beautiful because He lives in me. 🙂 This world has so much deceit and ever changing theories that no one can ever keep up, so if we fix our eyes on God, who is the same yesterday, today and forever, we will never have to live according to this world again! 🙂
Also i would say that perception is sooo strong so don’t let anyone define you by what THEY see! turn whatever ”negative” they say into a positive!! 🙂 God Bless
Charlotte, this is a beautiful essay. You made my life better/easier/happier/snort-laughier every day that you blogged at Redbook.
The only way the whole beauty/fashion/health club industry survives is by making us feel that we are not _______ enough (you fill in the blank). They make us feel bad about ourselves, tell us that only an impossible, airbrushed type is acceptable, and then promise that the current thing they’re selling is going to get us there. It’s ridiculous, and it’s sad that so many people believe it. Everyone is unique, and everyone is gorgeous. We need to see past the outsides, our own and others’, and see and love the real, authentic person.
I think women could also work hard to uplift other women. Especially in a media society that promotes female jealousy and competition. I have several female friends that, when they see me, say “hello gorgeous!” And I say the same back. We hug and compliment each other like family. It makes me feel beautiful and loved by the women I surround myself with.
Wow this was really great! Thanks for making my day better 🙂