I don’t discuss my struggles with my physical appearance…with anyone. Sure, I’ll discuss what women in general struggle with in this area. I’ll tell you my opinion on how the media influences women’s thoughts on their bodies, their beauty, and their worth. I can even discuss with you how different ethnic groups are attracted to different body types.
All this without getting into detail about my own struggles.
Deflect. Deflect. Deflect.
Well, I shall deflect no more. I’m taking on Sarah Markley’s project: to write about my struggles in beauty. So, let me take a deep breath, and I’ll dive in….
I always play this comparison ‘game’ in my head with other women I see. I bet I weigh as much as her. I could never pull off a haircut like that! That dress would not flatter me the way it flatters her. I wish I looked like her.
But if you asked me, I would tell you I’m happy with how I look.The truth? I’m happier with how I look. And that is an important distinction.
Since August 2008 I’ve been trying to take better care of myself . I’ve gone down about 4 sizes. I lost somewhere between 20 and 25 pounds and have kept most of it off. I stopped weighing myself because what I ate started to consume my thoughts. I don’t mean in an obsessive or unhealthy way, but in an ever-present, I-can’t-enjoy-my-meal kind of way because I was constantly thinking of trade-offs. If I eat this cookie that means I can’t have cheese on my baked potato later. If I have this glass of wine that means I have to only have one egg at dinner, not two.
I’ve always, always struggled with my weight. I was never happy with my body and shopping was always a painful experience (especially with thinner friends). I dreaded swim suit season. I always tried to hide my body with optical illusions in my clothes. Black is always slimming…
Not only that, but I really don’t like looking at pictures of myself. I don’t have positive thoughts when I see myself. I see flaws. Things I want to change but can’t. I don’t see me, I see everything I’m not. I know I’d look better with blue eyes. If only I was 2 inches taller. If only my face wasn’t so round. Why can’t my eyes squint less when I smile? Why is my skin so translucently pale?
I only look in the mirror long enough to put on my make-up . I don’t really focus on what I look like. I don’t take in my appearance as a whole. I zoom in on the details. Yes, my eyeliner is (mostly) straight. No zits to hide today. I missed a stray hair while plucking.
I usually think ‘deformed’ when I see myself. I know that certain features I have look a certain way because a health condition I was born with. I think if I didn’t have this condition I’d be prettier. That is hard to swallow most days.
There are things about how I look that I like: my dark hair; my deep, emerald green eyes; my curves; my feet.
I want to redefine beauty in my life. I want to see beauty as a feature of the heart, and not just the body. I want to let go of the weight this word has in my life. I want to be fully happy with myself- my character, my heart, my appearance. I want my passions to make me beautiful. I want my laughter and my tears to make me stunning. I want others to be attracted to my heart. I want to be sought out for my words of truth and not my advice on the best shoes. I want beauty to mean more than my appearance. I want to expand its definition in my mind.
I want to see beauty in the tender look between lovers, in the masterpiece that comes with each sunset, listening to a friend get fired up about their relationship with God, a passage of Scripture that touches my heart, the smile that comes when a friend is celebrating, the sticky hands of a child reaching out for one more cookie, the held back tears that comes with farewells, the smell of coffee early in the morning, the sound of rain falling outside my window.
How do you define beauty?
Ok, so I have trying to think of a response to this post. Partly because you asked me to, partly because its just so raw, and partly because it has made me think about how I define beauty. I grew up in a household that was much more masculine than feminine, so my need to find beauty in looks was never an issue. I was an athlete, and what mattered was that I excelled in the sport. Not how I looked when doing it.
There has only been one period in my life where I felt like what you described in your piece as being “deformed”, and that was when I lost half my weight after a horrible bad break-up. I was down to 90lbs and I would look like a stand in for a nazi war pick. I don’t talk about it much, but its the only time I’ve ever thought of being ugly.
For me, beauty has always been a fluid thing. When I was a kid, my dad once told me that every thing one does, each individual’s skill set, defines their art form. So even if you take out the trash, its an art. This is how I see beauty. With that, even things that are “deformed” to me have beauty. So its really hard for me to define things as beautiful, or rather as not beautiful. (taking off Sheldon hat and putting semantics aside). Don’t know really where I’m going with this…Too little sleep.
However, rotting milk, not beautiful. Makes me puke.
As we said before, I don’t think we could have grown up in more different homes! I really, really like what your dad told you about making everything you do art. It’s hard to remember to do that in a job that I don’t find fulfilling all the time. So, I should include tackling tasks like art as part of my new beauty definition!
Thanks, Chico!
First of all, LOVE the new look! 🙂
Secondly, you are beautiful! I love how you captured pretty much anything I could think of or have thought of – I struggle with never measuring up all.the.time.
I think I’ll participate in this adventure with Sarah too – on Monday. I need the weekend to reflect what to write. Ugh.
xxx M.
Glad you like the new look! I was getting ‘restless’ in the old look! And thank you for your kind words and being able to relate to never measuring up! I think it’s something many women struggle with (unfortunately).
Can’t wait to hear your thoughts! I’ll be looking for them!
you are brave.
and beautiful in the truest sense of the word.
Thanks, Alece. Love you and your beautiful heart.
nice revamp of blog.
im not qualified as a guy to say much about a post like this except perhaps the following.
ditto to what alece said.
i don’t think i have ever met a girl who thought they looked good in a photo, no worries about that.
I only know you through photos and yah…you look good.
have a nice day.
I love how your “Naked Truth” blog is followed up by your thoughts/struggles with beauty. Ironic? hmm…
Beauty is a hard word that is loaded in our culture. Beauty should just be called comparing/measuring. My beauty lenses for myself suck. That is our culture as well. Not very many girls like how they look. I wish that beauty was known for more than skin deep. There are so many other things that define beauty for me.
-laughter
-watching you get fired up over justice and passions of your heart
-old people holding hands
-welly eyes
-walking through life with friends
-deep friendships
-large crowds singing praises together
-Rio margz and fajitas!
-nature – mountains, glass top lakes, roaring oceans, sharks!
-kids voices (not all days)
-dancing faces
-mud runs with friends
-playing in the rain
-words of a sincere heart
I thought about how the nudey post came right before the beauty post. Unplanned, I promise.
I love what you see as beautiful. I love that you shared this with me. Your heart is so beautiful and it calls out to the beauty in my heart and for that I am thankful.
Yeah Great post! I can understand…shopping has always been a challenge for me and my hips..and I agree..I just do not bother weighing myself. Thanks for sharing your struggles and thoughts!
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As someone who has always struggled with the concept of my own beauty (and has only recently come to a tenable acceptance) I so appreciate your openness and candor about your struggles. Isn’t it amazing how so many of us worry, fret, and fuss over our outward appearance when the very things you mentioned and so obviously display in your writing…character, mind, heart, passion, vision…are truly what makes a person beautiful.
It’s just too easy to buy in to what the world calls beautiful. I know when I fall for that false advertising, I lose sight of true beauty.
yes, let’s all unite to “redefine beauty”.
i’ll be behind that campaign all the way.
=)
thank you so much for posting.
Thanks for commenting, Sarah! Thanks for the challenge as well, I loved seeing how women in the blogging world rallied together to be open and honest about our own, unique definitions of beauty.
Loved your vulnerability…
I too have struggled with beauty on the outside.. until I was challenged to ask God and consider what beauty is to Him. It started my perspective going in a different direction. I am slowly but surely learning.
I’ve written on beauty on my blog too, but not so much about the outward, but about what God is doing in the midst of my life’s circumstances at present.
I’d love to have you visit if you like.
Have a blessed day,
Julie,
http://jewelsightings.blogspot.com
I have fought the battle with “comparisons” for a long time… I found that I held tight to this scripture which kept my heart in check.
When they measure themselves by themselves and compare themselves with themselves, they are not wise. ~ 2Corinthians 10:12
My prayer is that you will find victory!
Thank you for that verse, Manda. Speaks volumes to me right now!
My measurement should be concerned only with what He thinks. I needed that reminder.
Great post! Nice to meet you…. reading all the other beauty posts as well!
Hugs, Traci
Thanks for stopping by, Traci!
I can SO relate to your writing here! I love how you said “I want to see beauty as a feature of the heart.” That is truly beautiful! I am here from Sarah’s list! 🙂
~Jennifer
Thanks for stopping by Jennifer! Let’s come together to redefine beauty!
Hi there, I’m visiting from Sarah’s blog. 🙂 To answer your question, I wrote this about beauty and how I define it ect.
I just have to say…this:
“I want to let go of the weight this word has in my life. I want to be fully happy with myself- my character, my heart, my appearance. I want my passions to make me beautiful. I want my laughter and my tears to make me stunning. I want others to be attracted to my heart. I want to be sought out for my words of truth and not my advice on the best shoes. I want beauty to mean more than my appearance. I want to expand its definition in my mind.”
…was just great. I went back and read it over again. Beautiful. I, like you, want those things very much!
Thanks for stopping by OneGirl! I love that you are striving to redefine beauty and are clinging to the heart definition. It’s definitely a challenge, but a challenge well worth taking!
I’m from Sarah’s blog too…thank you for exploring this part of you. I love it…
Thank you for commenting and reading this post! It was very scary to explore (and post!) but I’m certainly glad I did!
I honestly feel like I could have written this post!
I too have struggled with my weight… for as long as I can remember. And I too, am a comparisson girl… BIG time!
Thank you for your open and honest look on defining beauty!
P.S. I’m visiting from Sarah’s blog!
Thanks for the honesty in your comment, Mel! Weight is such a sensitive topic and can cause so much strife! It’s such a battle and to just reach that ‘happy place’ with weight seems nearly impossible sometimes.
I encourage you to join me in giving these worries to Him who sees our heart-beauty.
I love your blog, and especially this one on beauty. I love that you sounded as if you were telling me over a cup of coffee.
I love this part: “I want others to be attracted to my heart. I want to be sought out for my words of truth and not my advice on the best shoes. I want beauty to mean more than my appearance. I want to expand its definition in my mind.”
I love it! I will even post it as a status on my FB page and link my “FB friends” to your blog.Thats how much I loved what you had to say:)
If you have a chance go to my blog and follow:)
http://www.reynalay.blogspot.com/
reynalay@gmail.com
Many blessings,
Reyna
Thank you so much, Reyna! I was incredibly humbled by reading your comment. Thank you for stopping by and I will be sure to check out your blog too =).
I forgot to say that I hope you join me in my beginning to redefine beauty!
Stacey – I have always thought you are beautiful! I’ve enjoyed watching you become happier with your appearance, and look forward to hearing more about how your understanding/definition of beauty grows in truth, depth and richness.
Thanks, Lani! Thanks for continuing to come back to my blog and read it!
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Whether it’s the mark on my forehead or personality “defects,” i’ve always struggled with beauty. the times i’m happiest are the times i forget how i actually look or what the condition of my heart is. sigh.
in some of our worship services here on campus, we’ve been singing a song called “draw me nearer.” and part of the chorus says “draw me nearer to Your precious bleeding side.” and i’ve just been struggling with how something so grotesque and disturbing can be called “precious” or “beautiful.” if Jesus hanging on the cross is the epitome of beauty, what is beauty? if something so physically disturbing is called so beautiful, do the most beautiful things come from brokenness and what we’d call ugliness. Jesus wasn’t just torn up and broken for the sake of being torn up and broken…but then again, when we are torn up and broken, there’s a reason for it too. it’s not just brokkenness in it’s purest form.
thanks for making me think. i like thinking. i love how you risk so well.
Your thinking got me thinking. First, let me start by saying that your processing gave me chills because I never considered the physically grotesque which we call beautiful. There’s something mysterious, something deeper there….
Which got me thinking, maybe Jesus tried to redefine beauty long ago and we just never clung to that. Maybe it is not what IS beautiful but what results that is beautiful. Meaning, maybe it’s not the present thing in it’s present state that is beautiful but, instead it is what comes from, stems from, derives from that thing (whether it be illness, torture, war, etc) that is beautiful. The blooming flowers in the ash after the forest fire. The fire may not have been beautiful, but what happened BECAUSE of it is beautiful.
Hm…Thanks for sharing! Hope things are going well during your first semester!!
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