This is about the self mutilating circus we have painted ourselves clowns in.

About women who will prowl 30 stores and six malls to find the right cocktail dress, but who haven’t a clue where to find fulfillment or how to wear joy-
Wandering through life, shackled to a shopping bag beneath the tyranny of two syllables.
About men, wallowing on bar-stools, drearily practicing attraction and everyone who will drift home tonight, crestfallen because not enough strangers found you suitably fuckable.
This, this is about my own someday daughter, when you approach me, already stung-stained with insecurity, begging, “Mom, will I be pretty?”
I will WIPE that question from your mouth like cheap lipstick and answer,
“No! The word ‘pretty’ is unworthy of all you WILL be and no child of mine will be contained in 5 letters…
You WILL be
pretty intelligent,
pretty creative
pretty amazing
but you
will NEVER be

-Katie Makkai

I would much rather be soul food than eye candy. I want to be labeled by so much more than the shell that is my appearance. I want to be remembered for my heart, my mind, my love…. If I were to measure my worth by my beauty, I would always lose. There will ALWAYS be someone prettier/skinnier/more fit/more beautiful. Comparison is the root of jealousy and inferiority, which then leads to insecurity.  We then try to suppress our uniqueness in the quest to be normal and in the process we unintentionally stifle our individuality.

In all actuality, attractiveness is only one category of many that create us as people- and it probably the most heavily weighted in our society, yet the most unimportant spiritually. It is so fleeting, yet so much of the imagery we see in media somehow seeps into our subconscious and convinces us that it is what we need in order to be content.

Loyalty, integrity, honesty, humor and resilience are the qualities I want to build and be remembered for. Those are the areas in which I am striving to water daily. I like to be pretty, but I would rather be strong. I like to be gorgeous, but I would rather be warm. I like to be attractive, but I would rather be alluring. There is so much more to me than the frame I was born into.

Never forget that you are absolutely gorgeous- and that is the least interesting thing about you.

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