The girls and I love Glee.
Well, what I should say is that the girls and I love music.
Therefore, we love watching Glee.
We love hearing all the fun ways our favorite songs are interpreted and transformed.
We grab the nearest microphones (hairbrushes, pens, etc.) and belt out along with the television.
The “mash up” below was on a couple weeks ago and I loved the message it conveyed.
Being from a very un-plastic surgerized family, it seems so foreign and creepy. But at the same time, I know that the majority of other people I meet have most likely had something “changed.”
Don’t get me wrong, I am totally a supporter of making the most of the medically advanced world we live in today, and there are so many people who need and deserve to alter their appearance. I just had my vein lasered remember? That was awesome.
And who wouldn’t love to change their “flap jacks” for boobs after breast feeding three girls in less that four years? (The inflation and deflation that occurred so rapidly in such a short amount of time is mind boggling!)
But, I truly feel so sad that the world we live in today forces so many people to feel that they must change things about themselves on the outside to conform to what society thinks is beautiful, instead of embracing what God gave you. Valuing what you inherited from your parents, rather than looking for ways to change it.
It took me awhile to accept that I would always, for the rest of my life, when entering a room, be one of the tallest people in there. The stares, comments and glances at my shoes to see how high the heels were, have always made me feel a bit embarrassed. But I know that I can never change it and that it’s just the way I’m supposed to be. I embrace it and stick to wearing flats. :)
Now having three daughters of my own, I struggle trying to balance what I teach them about the importance of beauty. I want to tell them how beautiful they are so that they know they are perfect just the way they are. Encouraging the growth of their self esteem so that they never feel insecure being who God made them. Hoping to enhance their confidence. But I also don’t want to put so much value in the outside appearance. I want them to always know that the most important thing in life is to treat people kindly and with respect. Being a good friend is so much more important than being a pretty friend.
Do you tell them how beautiful they are, or does that only stress that beauty is important?
If you don’t tell them they are pretty and perfect, does that inhibit the growth of their self esteem and confidence?
What a balancing act.
“My outsides are cool. My insides are blue…..
You can buy your hair if it won’t grown.
You can fix your nose if he says so.
You can buy all the makeup that man can make, but if you can’t look inside you, find out who am I to be in the position to make me feel so damn unpretty.”
All I can hope for are three confident daughters who know who they are.
Three daughters who don’t feel they need to be someone else to fit in.
Three daughters with high self-esteem and positive feelings about themselves, because in the end, each one of us will be old and wrinkly one day (no matter how much Botox you inject) and will most likely think back to our youth and wish we would have loved ourselves, imperfections and all, a little bit more.
After all, when you compare what you have at age 90 to what you once had, you will realize just how beautiful and perfect we really were!
So how about not waiting until your 90 years old to realize just how lucky you are to be you and be grateful for what God has given you. Don’t waste any precious time unhappy with the things you can’t change, because in the end your nose and chin mean nothing at all.
I feel that if everyone stopped focusing on the negative things you wish you could change, and simply focused on being the best/happy/healthiest YOU you can be, our world would be a much happier place.
