I attempt to retain some sort of authenticity within myself by keeping parts of me natural and pure although small, they still remind me of who I am in truth because when the make-up and weaves are stripped down I'm nothing but a simple girl in pursuit of acceptance, belonging and admiration. And in manier times acceptance, belonging and admiration are easily attained when one is beautiful.
It always humbles me whenever I see an untainted, incorruptible, virtuous version of me, the effortlessness of it all is so “whole”-some and beautiful. It pleases me to still have the ability to recognize myself in my dull plainness and still find my imperfections so perfectly appealing.
Despite what many of you may think, I’m more than my elaborate hairstyles, my wearing of gold jewelry and my fine apparel. My heart and gentle spirit are hidden only to those who choose not to see with their hearts but their eyes.
I do not live on beauty; beauty does not sustain me because it is evanescent!
Don’t get me wrong, I love being beautiful but I realize that whenever I’m “made-up” I risk being viewed as a superficial materialistic imprudent young woman with no substance. (Assumptions are very cruel and unkind).
Pretty hurts and beauty is never enough.
My feelings on this may somehow dispel many of my realities and paint me out to be a hypocrite but then again I’m a spiritual being living in a complicated physical reality and our realities are not always what they seem to be.
We are not meant to be perfect, we are meant to be whole.
I am in truth whole and enough.