The other day I got in a picture-posting war with a friend of mine from college on Facebook. We started posting pictures from our college days. Of course, we did not post certain pictures… you know, we were kind to each other. I laughed as I went through each picture. Wow, did I have wardrobe and hair issues!
If some of these pictures had surfaced a few years ago, I would have been mortified. I used to be consumed with what people thought of me and was convinced people’s acceptance of me greatly depended on how perfect my hair was, or how stylish my clothes were or how I looked in them. One day a friend pointed out that perhaps people didn’t think as much about how I looked or what I did as I thought they did. She was right.
Somewhere down the road, I became comfortable in my own skin. My face, my hair, my weight… how I look in pictures… it all is what it is. Most of me is fluffy. I could stand to lose a few pounds, simply for health reasons. Most of us could. I don’t obsess over my weight though. Not anymore. My two chins have grown comfortable with each other. If one were to disappear, the other would leave to go find it and bring it back. Then I’d look really odd, but I still wouldn’t care.
Yes, there are days when I still have bad hair days, my face still breaks out, and some days my jeans are too tight. The biggest difference is how I view myself as a whole… or rather, how I view myself as whole.
I’m not even close to the end of the road, but I am thankful to have finally hit this milestone. I’m sure there will be a day when I will burst into tears when I don’t think I look just right, but I hope I can remember that life isn’t about being another pretty face…and that no matter what anyone says or thinks, it is a pretty face.