We all have our sob story. But that fact that we carry ourselves another day despite all the malevolence that we witness in the world just shows how miraculously beautiful we are.
Just like most young girls, I fell into the fallacy that beauty was everything. As a child, all my friends cared about fashion and style. Being the outlier that cared more about books and pokemon cards, I was often ridiculed for my “lack of beauty.”
But I wanted attention. I wanted to feel loved and wanted too.
Since my friends always received more compliments and praise, I thought that beauty was the answer. As I got older, I tried a multitude of diets and workout routines for weight loss. I wore tight clothing under my actual clothes just to look a size smaller.
But as I shed the weight and had a major decline in my health, I eventually saw that I had it all wrong. Society had it all wrong. Sure, some women can go about the ranks simply by being beautiful and attractive. But despite my wish for beauty, I wanted to do something meaningful and impactful through my hard work and diligence. And when my integrity and strength began to get tested by life, “beauty” had nothing to offer.
All the support that I received during the toughest times were from the rapport that I had built. All the doors that opened before me were from the discipline that I diligently carried every single day. The weight on the scale had nothing to do with the weight of my heart and soul. And I had to learn it the hard way.
So this is for all of those searching to look a certain way or weigh a certain number. Because make-up won’t cover the pain and suffering you’ll face in life. Knowing every fashionable clothing line won’t help you when you need to memorize all of your parents’ medications and their dosages by heart. Your waist circumference won’t matter when your life is falling apart. Don’t wish for beauty, wish for strength. For fortitude. For resilience. Because when the ultimate tragedy hits, you don’t want the flashbacks of your life to be about all the stress you carried worrying about whether you looked your best or not. You want those flashbacks to be carried with life. With meaning. With health and well-being.
This is clíche but it’s what’s on the inside that counts… People might like you for the way you look. But when life hits and you find yourself in one of your darkest times, only those in love with your inner self will stay. Society will never be satisfied with looks. It’ll always change its mind about fashion. Stylish haircuts and outfits change with the seasons.
But strength? Fortitude? Honesty and integrity? Those stay. And they’ve been valued since the dawn of time.
We only have one life. Might as well make it count and focus on the things that will make it more fulfilling. And if it helps, we’re all beautiful. We’re all vulnerable beings trying to find our place in life. We all have our sob story. But that fact that we carry ourselves for another day despite all the malevolence that we witness in the world just shows how miraculously beautiful we are.