Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.— Oscar Wilde.
This is the first post on my new blog. I’m just getting this new blog going, so I will just say, right here… it is the start of my journey with you!
I am going to jump in with something I have struggled with since I was a child, of a woman, who not only was a model, but also had a beautiful, refined British accent. Yup, you got it, my self image was a mess.
My mum was (and still is) glorious. She has style, always looks amazing and has the most loving heart. As a child, in my mind, SHE WAS PERFECT in every way. I, on the other hand was more of a tomboy chasing my big brother around… much to mum’s disappointment.
When I rocketed into my pre-teens, I realized, quite unexpectedly, that I was not super model material 🤦♀️ (wait what?). I had thick mousy brown curly hair, at a time when sleek straight hair and the Dorothy Hamill cut was in. I tried the Dorothy Hamill cut and let’s just say, the only thing it got right was the ducks butt from behind… but hey, at that age you just don’t want to miss the latest fashion trend. I had glasses and braces to complete my wonder-kin looks above my shoulders, and below I was a girl who fit into HUSKY tough skin jeans… oh and mum had this lovely British nick name for me …”Sausage”… didn’t help my image AT ALL!!!
But here’s the thing. For all that worry and doubt, externally, it helped me build internal confidence. I was smart and did well in school. I had a way of putting those fears and doubts on how I looked to the back of my mind, when I stepped out of the house. Somehow, I made a choice to realize that I had to work with what I have, and I think that is largely because of the encouragement I received from my mum, my teachers, my Brownie and Girl Scout leaders, and many other moms, which helped me build confidence and resiliency.
I think I also made a choice, internally at some point, now that I look back, that I had no control over how I would turn out on the outside, I could only control how I evolved on the inside. Sounds oh so mature, but it really wasn’t. I am pretty competitive and I knew I wasn’t going to win any beauty contests, so I competed with my mind. I focused my energy on making friends, even with those beautiful popular girls. I worked on my humor, and that drew people in. I worked on my positivity to lift others up. We need to help girls coming of age to embrace their God given strengths, to be strong and embrace who they will become, not get pulled into a world of negative self image.
Looking back now, I have been chunky, plump, skinny, thin, and anywhere in between. I grew into my nose, ears and my hair finally worked itself out. My external self, ebbs and flows, but my internal light is where I have to remind myself to focus, otherwise I fall into that merry go round of self doubt. And that is a frame of mind none of us can afford.
Choose to be your best self every day, and share positivity. Look for girls or women that are struggling with their image, or displaying a lack of confidence. Help them lift up and grow stronger. It doesn’t matter what you look like outside, the packaging could be amazing, it is what is inside that makes all the difference!