I was hanging with the new beau the other night and he said the strangest thing. After countless discussions about women, beauty and respect, he said I think you downplay your beauty. I had to explain to him that beauty to me is not only fleeting, but it is so surface. I'm sure I said something short on the lines of, well I’d rather know how to outrun an assailant in a dark alley if I ever needed to than win a beauty pageant!
To me, beauty has always been only the outer shell and trying to keep up or compare with the next gorgeous or pretty face in any given room is not only exhausting but such a (in Daily Show terms) clusterf**k of a mission!
I couldn’t figure out why I was so anti beauty or maybe being overtly sexy, but I never bothered to find the most form fitting Jessica Rabbit outfit for work or the deepest V-neck top with just enough cleavage to tease helpless men or caked on make up or any of that. It was never quite my thing. I don’t chalk it up to some sense of maturity or I am so beyond the need to look beautiful (because of course I want to look nice), but my potential outer beauty was never something that I felt compelled to lead with. I have a fun personality. I'm a tad (lotta) opinionated and I've been an athlete since high school and not a bad one 15 plus years later with an 8 minute mile.
Don't get me wrong, there is NOTHING at all wrong with the Jessica Rabbit type. Sex sells and diversity is key! However, the buxom Jessica won’t be the hot little Rabbit in err uugh 30 years (sans botox), so why all the focus on JUST THE OUTER SHELL? Let's pull back a few layers instead!
After a few days of really thinking about my feelings on beauty versus being potentially beautiful albeit--with substance, I remembered that somewhere around my freshman year, I caught the chicken pox for the first time. I had just turned 19. The chicken pox ravaged my otherwise flawless skin and it took my body a lengthy year and a half to rejuvenate from all the dark and blotchy patches specifically on my face. During that time, I was taught a ton of humility and realized that the outer shell was truly surface. It could be scraped, bruised, scarred and the only thing that we truly could hold onto was our inner shell which is what I like to call our substance.
I logged onto Facebook and I noticed an unusual profile picture of a Facebook Associate. The term Facebook Friend would be too much and a Facebook Associate is different than the term "associate" in real life because we have never hung out, but always smile when we see each other and I think she’s an otherwise cool girl. However, I was ready to gag when I saw her most recent profile picture (in a two piece bikini), which is perfect for the September Chicago weather!
I was confused. She’s a gorgeous girl from college. She always has been. However my first and I’m hardly jealous thought was, some people lead with their beauty way too much. In my quite humbled opinion, doing so can diminish everything else.
I started to question if that REALLY IS ALL THERE IS?
In my new age, above 30 and still trying to keep it all together, the last thing I would want to be thought of is Just Another Pretty Face.
To me, that would be Pretty Boring.
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