Little Girl Dreams + Confession
Okay let’s start with the confession. There is a reason that this post isn’t up until later this morning. I usually write the night before and last night I was occupied…get your minds out of the gutter…I was watching the WWE RAW/SMACKDOWN Draft with Hunni. The things we do for love. I actually have gotten quite into this wrestling stuff since I’m force into watching each week you kind of learn a little about them and have a favorite. Mind is The Miz aka Mike from the Real World.
I remember watching him years ago on the Back to New York cast with Coral. So anyway that is where I was last night. Fun huh?
But what I really want to talk about is little girl dreams. When I was a little girl I was a combination between tomboy with my dad and dress-up princess the rest of the time. I liked to try on my mom’s shoes and clothes. I had fun mixing and matching the craziest outfits. Jewelery could be anything from a dollar store set of beads for Mardi Gras to the Pasta necklace I made with my mom. It was just a blast dressing up and making myself look pretty. It’s what I think all little girls want…to be beautiful. We dressed up to feel like the princesses and heroines we one day want to be.
Beautiful was what we were as little girls in fancy dresses and little patent leather shoes or in the old prom dresses from our dress up boxes. It’s what we longed to be. But somewhere along the way the idea of beauty got messed up. Whether it was people at school telling us boys only like certain styles of dressing or parents telling us boys won’t date you if you are fat…somewhere along the way beauty changed from being something we were on the inside that radiated out to something that had to be exhibited on the outside that we would never live up to. We would diet ourselves beautiful, tan ourselves beautiful or dress ourselves beautiful if we could. We lost ourselves in this entire process instead of being the beautiful selves we already were.
I got lost in this trap too. The beautiful little girl got lost in trying to be the perfectly beautiful and popular girl in school and then just gave up on the looks because I would never measure up. Sure I wanted to be beautiful but when you look like this…
No one really told me I was beautiful even when I tried to show it on the outside so I gave up. The beauty I wanted to show wasn’t good enough so I spent the next 3 years just being me and not feeling beautiful at all. My inner beauty felt squashed by the outer beauty the world wanted.
But as I began to care again more about me and my health my inner beauty began to shine again. Not because I was getting thinner but because I wasn’t caring if I fit into the world’s standard of beauty. I didn’t need to fit into a size 00 to be beautiful or have the perfect long blonde hair to be beautiful. I could be beautiful because I was still me not because I was what the world wanted me to be.
And suddenly I liked dressing up for me again…who cared if the world liked my brown pointy shoes that my students called my witch shoes…I loved them! And I loved twirly skirts like I had as a little girl. You know what I mean when you can spin around and they twirl up almost like you could fly away. And jewelry was fun even if it was from the dollar store or claire’s. The caret of the diamond or CZ didn’t matter…I felt beautiful.
We need to get back to the time in life when we felt beautiful before the world tarnished our little girl dreams. We need to feel like princesses at any age and size. We need to know that we are beautiful and loveable the way we are not the way the world says we need to be. Because YOU yes YOU are beautiful.
Okay I’ll step off my soap box now and get back to work 🙂
Do you feel beautiful?