beauty according to imelda
it happened again. members of the opposite sex just smiling at me for no apparent reason. hmmm... i could get used to this.
i never considered myself beautiful. as i recall, imelda marcos said anyone could be beautiful... all it takes is sixty to a hundred and twenty minutes of preparation. if we adhere to those requirements, i would probably be condemed to a lifetime of ugliness. i only take fifteen minutes to get dressed on a regular day. (and that's already more than enough time if i don't think about what to wear.) it takes me around thirty minutes to get ready on those oh-so-special have-to-look-fabulous occassions. really, i don't spend a lot of time on my looks. (insert flattery here, i.e. what? but you look great all the time!- yeah, i know... it's a flat out lie, but you can say it, anyway.)
everyone wants to be beautiful, to want people to notice you for your looks. and for a while it's all i wanted, too. i wanted people look at me and say, she's beautiful or she's sexy or wow, she's drop-dead gorgeous! (i know, i know, dream on, clarice... but hey, at least i'm honest.) it's an ongoing struggle, and an ever-growing frustration. wherever i go, i seem to be surrounded by women much more beautiful than i am. it stinks to feel like the ugly duckling all the time. most days it won't bother me. but sometimes i just get those insecurity attacks much like some people get asthmatic spells. just stick a gorgoeus model beside me and i'll feel like crap almost instantly.
guess what? three of my present officemates are models. and for the longest time i felt really insecure. until one of my guy friends virtually bonked me on the head and said "what on earth are you talking about??? you've got much more than they have going because you've got brains AND beauty!" wow.
yes yes, i have a self-image problem. but ever since childhood i have always been praised and appreciated for my so-called intelligence, and hardly for my looks. plus, every time i show some inclination towards making myself look better, i get shot down with comments on being vain or kikay. for a seven-year-old, that's enough to make you swear off make-up and beauty parlors for the rest of your life.
so here i am, struggling with contrasting views of beauty. i want to be beautiful, but more than that, i want to be attractive. i have met people who are not exactly the most physically alluring, but still they draw people towards them. it's the type of beauty that comes from within. the radiance of a cheerful soul, a gentle spirit, a loving heart. to me, it's the ultimate beauty secret. and it's what i'm striving to achieve.
i want people to see me as a lovely person inside and out. a smart girl who happens to be beautiful. who also has a striking personality and a wonderful heart. i want it all.
i want to be beautiful.
i never considered myself beautiful. as i recall, imelda marcos said anyone could be beautiful... all it takes is sixty to a hundred and twenty minutes of preparation. if we adhere to those requirements, i would probably be condemed to a lifetime of ugliness. i only take fifteen minutes to get dressed on a regular day. (and that's already more than enough time if i don't think about what to wear.) it takes me around thirty minutes to get ready on those oh-so-special have-to-look-fabulous occassions. really, i don't spend a lot of time on my looks. (insert flattery here, i.e. what? but you look great all the time!- yeah, i know... it's a flat out lie, but you can say it, anyway.)
everyone wants to be beautiful, to want people to notice you for your looks. and for a while it's all i wanted, too. i wanted people look at me and say, she's beautiful or she's sexy or wow, she's drop-dead gorgeous! (i know, i know, dream on, clarice... but hey, at least i'm honest.) it's an ongoing struggle, and an ever-growing frustration. wherever i go, i seem to be surrounded by women much more beautiful than i am. it stinks to feel like the ugly duckling all the time. most days it won't bother me. but sometimes i just get those insecurity attacks much like some people get asthmatic spells. just stick a gorgoeus model beside me and i'll feel like crap almost instantly.
guess what? three of my present officemates are models. and for the longest time i felt really insecure. until one of my guy friends virtually bonked me on the head and said "what on earth are you talking about??? you've got much more than they have going because you've got brains AND beauty!" wow.
yes yes, i have a self-image problem. but ever since childhood i have always been praised and appreciated for my so-called intelligence, and hardly for my looks. plus, every time i show some inclination towards making myself look better, i get shot down with comments on being vain or kikay. for a seven-year-old, that's enough to make you swear off make-up and beauty parlors for the rest of your life.
so here i am, struggling with contrasting views of beauty. i want to be beautiful, but more than that, i want to be attractive. i have met people who are not exactly the most physically alluring, but still they draw people towards them. it's the type of beauty that comes from within. the radiance of a cheerful soul, a gentle spirit, a loving heart. to me, it's the ultimate beauty secret. and it's what i'm striving to achieve.
i want people to see me as a lovely person inside and out. a smart girl who happens to be beautiful. who also has a striking personality and a wonderful heart. i want it all.
i want to be beautiful.
posted by super inday at 10:48 am
4 Comments:
Again... AMEN TO THAT! I think the two of us -- both from exclusive all-girls schools that bred now famous ramp and commercial models -- have built our own insecurities. But your friend (who whacked you :P) does have a point. I do think we have our brains to more than make up for it ;)
Hey Fongi! I think you are beautiful. You're tall, you have a nice face, you're smart, you're confident, you're friendly and you're not afraid to say what's on your mind.
You have so much going for you.:)
aaaaawww... thanks gals! we gotta stick together and prove that beauty and brains can co-exist!!! hahaha =D rish, my friend happens to be your friend, too. guess who??? hint: he worked in the office i'm in now, so he knows what i'm talking about when i say "models"!!! =D
either imelda is a mad genius or simply MAD ;)
ALAN
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