We’re going out of style. Yes ladies, it’s true.
We’ve been pumped up, trained, reduced, bleached,
waxed, sculpted, covered up, uncovered, perfected,
remodeled, recolored, deconstructed and made over one
time too many that we’ve lost ourselves in the
process. Maybe it’s time to change all that. Maybe
it’s time to return to the essence of that superb
creation they call: woman.
I know what it’s like to wake up in the morning and
feel ugly. I know what it’s like to look in the mirror
and feel like overrun roadkill. I know what it’s like
to look myself square in the eye and resign myself to
the fact that the eyebags are getting bigger, the
pimples are sprouting, the mass of hair is a pathetic
attempt at style and I’m not getting any younger. I
know. Boy, do I know.
I know it so well that I’ve tried it my way. Yes. I’ve
tried Isa’s Super Duper Beauty Make-over with the
pretty lip gloss and the body spray and the blush-on
that’s supposed to make me look like a ray of
sunshine. I’ve tried primping and polishing but I’ve
come to the depressing conclusion that my way sucks.
All the cosmetics in the world will not be able to
save you from a lame self-image. It didn’t do me any
good.
And so I turned to the Master of Beauty. Not Vogue.
Not Meg. And, sorry, not Mimi Alcantara (although she
is divine!). I turned to God. Because like any
self-deprecating teenage girl with a bad self-image
who is trying (desperately!) to survive High School
and all its trivialities, I, too, am in the pursuit of
feeling beautiful. Needless to say, I was taken aback
by His response. Be natural. Yes. Be natural. And in
the 21st century, natural is practically nonexistent.
But my way never works. My way fails me. So I tried
His—after all, He has never been wrong. About
anything. Ever.
I threw out the make-up, the hair curlers, the cologne
that smelled about a century old and stuck to soap and
water. I practiced the art of smiling. I did random
acts of kindness. I forgave. I laughed more. And I
felt better. About the world. About life. And, mostly,
about me.
No, my skin didn’t clear up nor did my hair straighten
out. I still wake up some mornings feeling heavy and
old. But then I remember that He thinks I’m beautiful.
And somehow, that’s more than enough.
Real beauty transcends the physical world. It’s far
greater. It’s beauty in action, not beauty that sits
in the sidelines of life, worried it will get messed
up. And guess what? YOU have it. Yes, you do. And it
comes with the conscious choice to love and accept
yourself. Just as you are. Every single day of your
life.
You are beautyfull (it’s true). And no fashion
magazine, stylist, critic or beauty surgeon can ever
tell you otherwise.
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that was written by my very own loverat, isabel garcia.
reactions anyone? comments? compliments? praises? oh cmon dont be shy. ;p
i love you isa sobrang ganda nito!
