What does inner beauty mean to you? How do you cope with society’s unrealistic ideals of physical beauty? What do you do to feel attractive? Confident? Inspired? What message would you like to impart about beauty to the youth of today?
I was nominated to do a quotes challenge on this theme a little while ago and chose the above quotes for it.
I’ve been told I ‘tart up’ pretty well but was never really comfortable with fussing around with make up, posh clothes and a fancy hairdo, though I’ve always like jewellery so could do a rich bitch impression by wearing a fair bit of the quality stuff!
My confidence took a bashing in the mid ’80s and it took a while for me to get it into my head that it was OK to be me, and not what someone else expected.
As long as I’m clean, tidy and presentable, I’m happy with my lot, and actually like the person I am now. I would like to think that a lot of other people do too.
I’ve always believed that it’s not the wrapping that matters so much, but what’s inside, and wrote the original of this in 1983, revamping it for a post in 2014.
I am What I am
I’d describe myself as cuddly, not fat, but far from thin,
The diets I have tried in vain just made my bank balance slim.
But ‘He’ wants me skinny and arm candy, a Page Three pin up girl,
Eyes made up, no glasses, hair long and straight, no curl.
There’s thousands out there like me, wanting to put up a fight,
We’re tired of all this male aggro, so come on Girls, Unite!
It’s the men who want us to diet, dolly birds to show off and own,
An ego trip for their vanity, why can’t they leave us alone?
We may have boobs like melons, and double chins like Mother’s Pride,
Be broad across the beam as well, but don’t shame us by being snide.
We’re nearly always cheerful, and happy with our lot,
Comfortable in mind and body, making the most of what we’ve got.
We’re homely, reliable, loyal, with sincere warmth within our heart,
At peace with all and sundry, until your comments start.
Only then do we feel ugly, displeased with what we see,
Looking in a mirror thinking ‘Good grief, that lump is me’.
Ladies, tell yourself you’re gorgeous, lose the belly by breathing in,
If anyone’s worth loving, it goes deeper than the skin.
So for all you naive gentlemen, think of what you may be denied
By not looking beyond the wrapper, you won’t know what’s inside.