Over twenty years ago I was riding in the car with my best friend thinking, she is so beautiful, and her skin looks so soft. I wonder how she keeps her skin looking so good. It looks completely unblemished; smooth.
I wonder if she is wearing makeup. I wonder if she knows how beautiful her skin looks, I’m sure she must. I wish my skin looked like hers, I should just ask her what she uses on her skin. I can’t do that: she will think I’m silly.
She always seems so put together and nothing affects her. I wonder how she does it. We both have children, we both have demanding men in our lives, how can she take the time to do all that she does to keep herself looking so good?
I wish I had time to take care of myself better. I wish I could afford better cleaning and moisturizing products for my skin. I wish I could afford better makeup. I wonder if she washes her face every night? They say that it helps your skin if you wash your face before going to bed. I always forget to wash my face before going to bed. I wish I was better at remembering to wash up before bed.
I really need to take better care of myself, maybe if I did I would have nice skin like hers. It just looks so flawless. It really glows. I must start taking better care of myself and then maybe just maybe my skin will at least look better even if it can’t look as good as hers.
“What do you use on your face?” My friend asked. “I mean it looks so good, are you wearing makeup?”
My mouth fell open. “Are you kidding me? I was just looking at your face and thinking how great it looked and wishing my face looked as smooth as yours. Are you wearing any makeup?” I asked.
She smiled and said, “No I’m not and I can’t believe you think my skin looks good.”
I smiled back at her. It really made me wonder what society was doing to us that we didn’t think we looked good enough; that we weren’t pretty enough as we were, either of us. I never forgot that moment; that moment when each of us thought the other looked better and we couldn’t see our own beauty.
Learning to love yourself just the way you are is empowering, as well as deciding how to define who you are and what you look like. It is time for you to stand up and be who you are. It is time to be bold, brave, and daring.
Daring to be Me A Challenge for March 2013.
Morgan Dragonwillow: Rebel dancing with words, intuitive cook, recovering perfectionist, poet & author that (mostly) doesn’t let her fears get in the way of her passion for writing and creating. She is team leader at @StoryDam, creatrix of #OctPoWriMo, and you can find her at, A Poet’s Kitchen, cooking up simply delicious meals. She lives in Marietta, Ga. with her loving and patient partner, their dog that thinks she’s a princess, and the cat that reminds her that she isn’t.You can find her on Google+
“Sometimes poets write what we wish we could say, and they tell us what we need to know. The poems in Wild Woman Waking lead us to a place where we can proudly refuse to be “bent and broken”; instead, they document a journey to self-acceptance, peace, and understanding – where in a community of women, we celebrate and dance as Mud Women. We become women of spirit and keepers of our own keys.” ~Beth Camp
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