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So, there’s this wave going on with people trying to accept themselves the way they are or to try to be someone else- look like someone else or things of that sort. Now, I’m not saying it’s wrong for us to think good of ourselves but I stand for inward appreciation. If you can appreciate yourself, then what other people think can go to hell. There, I said it, they can go to hell. It is not a must for people to throw approving looks our way but of course, it is appreciated. Would we then because of approving looks obtain such ‘illegally’? And where would the looks we crave so much go when they see that they’ve been obtained through crooked means. I’m sure we all know what crooked means. I’m just going to drop this summary of what I believe in- self appreciation. I’ve titled it A BEAUTIFUL ME.
A BEAUTIFUL ME
She looked at her reflection in the small glass she held in her left palm and sighed in despair. Thick eyebrows, a wide nose,very full lips, huge pimples, a receding hair line with thin hair anyway. Why couldn’t she be like the other girls in the magazines or the cheerleaders even? she hated herself. Her eyes slid down to her stomach. She could invariably count three thick folds. Her underarms had extra layers and her thighs were an exaggeration of meaty. Still others said she wasn’t fat but they were quicker to point out that she wasn’t pretty either (in polite tones). She wanted to be pretty.
By her bed side were very expensive makeup with instructions,slim tea, a girdle and other things she felt she needed. Today, she was doing a turnaround, carefully following the videos she had spent precious megabytes watching,she applied layer upon layer of this and that. She could see herself turn more hideous and then with the aid of a brush or that blend the ugliness from streaks of paint into an ethereal beauty. This can’t be me, she mused. The eyebrows were carved and immaculately drawn, her thick nose was now thinner and her very full lips could make the sexiest pout, doused with a nice blend of colours. She fluttered her eyelids in the mirror, admiring herself. Why couldn’t she look like this everyday of her life, her youth? But then checking her time, she sees she’s spent precious hours reaching that state of perfection. She could have made more money in her business or scored a higher grade by now if she’d invested the time studying.
On the street she gets second glances; everyone is astonished. Really? They think to themselves, how possible is that? Now her gait is straighter, her strut more confident but it doesn’t take away the folds in her middle. Faithful to her slim tea and thread mill she sees a drastic improvement. She’s elated.
Now, she realizes her looks are the only reason others would want to associate with her. She gets asked on her dates and she blushes but within her stomach rumbles. If this is all there is to it, she thinks, then it’s not for me. I want to be me.
So now she tones down on her facial transfiguration and her friends radius diminishes. With time, only the faithful few remain. They don’t mind her thick eyebrows, when she frowns it’s more obvious. Her thick and wide nose tells her she’s liable to more air than others are getting and thick lips to say what she wills.
She looks at herself another day in the same mirror devoid of enhancements and says aloud “I am a beautiful me”.
Niffy Fash
