I came across this video on This Is The First Day of My Life.
I am eternally grateful that I grew up without the pressure of “pretty” on me. My parents, and particularly my mother, consistently sent strong messages that pretty wasn’t everything. In fact, it wasn’t really anything, because it was fickle.
I’ve had days when I’ve yearned to be “pretty.” To fit in, to see the images on magazine covers reflected in my face, in my hair, in my makeup. To feel accepted because I looked the “right” way.
Some days I feel pretty.
But mostly I just feel like me. Content to look however I do, and secure in my self.
Ani says it better than I’ll ever be able to.