Call Me Beautiful

‘I am not beautiful!’ was what the beautiful young lady said to me. I couldn’t understand how she could just stand there in all of that beauty I see and lament that she isn’t beautiful.

In my opinion, she had beautiful olive skin, a Cocacola bottle figure, an intelligent mind, soft voice and very pleasant personality. I couln’t fathom what she saw, or in this case, didn’t see has not to call herself beautiful.

I am currently enrolled in Beauty College and I have been so blessed in this pass few weeks by friends and tutors who are constantly making me aware of the beauty industry. I must tell you, I love it. Remember Charley in the Chocolate Factory, and Alice in Wonderland? That’s me now. I absolutely love it!

what makes you or the other person beautiful? Is it characterized by physical appearances or unique personality? I believe it is both and we all have it!

I have come to appreciate that beauty is in many forms, shapes, shades and sizes. It is the kinky curly hair of the African woman, the long luxurious hair of the Indian Woman, it is in the eyes of the Chinese lady and the nose of the European woman. You can find it the fairness of the Scandinavian girl, and in the figure of the Latin damsel. It is in the iris of the blond and the lips of the African bride. Even little body parts like the nails, the teeth, the little mole or birth mark; the lines of the palm; the lines on the face or the eyelashes are wonders that exude beautiful.

I see beauty everyday, and the same beauty most times becomes our own insecurity and discomfort. The things others admire about us are the very things we want to get rid off. The skin tone; shape of the eyes, lips; nose; and body are termed misfit of who we are or perceive to be.

so what if you are the way you are?

I am the way I am, even though I have a broad nose and I wish I had a pointed one. I also wish I had fuller figure in the hips, butt and bust area. My hair is afro-kinky curls, still I wear weaves to look European. I’ve always wanted to be taller and to have a dimple. I wished I was funny, a genius and an actress. I wanted the talent of a best selling author ¬†and the brain of a Neuro- Surgeon among many other requests , yet I am here. I am me; 5feet 6inches tall, broad nose, Afro Kinky hair, dark skinned, moderate bust and hip, short nails, not so funny with chubby cheeks. I am a serial chocolate and dairy product lover, which means I may never be a size 4. I love to read but can’t write a book. I love movies but haven’t been in a production. I am me, I am here. There are some things I may want to change about myself, and while I work at it, I choose to see myself as a Beautiful woman.

So when next you see me, please if you don’t mind, do CALL ME BEAUTIFUL because that is how I see you.

xoxo

Rodeo.