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.
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