The first time I saw myself as beautiful was about a year and a half ago. My daughter had been playing basketball with her youth group. We walked up to her church and I saw our reflections in the door. My first thought was how gorgeous my daughter looked that day. She is beautiful, but, today, she had this glow. I loved the shirt, the jeans, the fedora…. I realized I was the one wearing the fedora. My eyes shifted and I saw my daughter’s reflection beside mine. For those 10 seconds I had been enthralled with my own reflection and not realized it.
Think of your body as your home. A beautiful house that is decorated and maintained is one you are happy to live in. You live in your body 24 hours a day. The most important thing is being comfortable in your own skin. Enjoying what you look like for you. Not what someone else wants to see.
It took a few more months after this turning point to find my style. It went back to my childhood. I grew up on the Big Band music of the 1940s and the movies and musicals from the Golden Age of Hollywood. These were beautiful people and I always wanted to look like one of them. But, how?
The how, happened when I had to the courage to contact the Phoenix Pinup Dolls. My first couple of events, I tried to manage the 1940s vintage look. I thought it was a matter of just adding more makeup than I was used to wearing and attempting to pin my hair back like Rita Hayworth.
I failed on both counts.
Closer, but still not there.
After this, Maiden America took me under her wing. She said, “I’m coming by to help you before our next event.” She didn’t sigh, roll her eyes at my feeble attempts, or give me a look that told me I was hopeless. Instead, this classy lady, who looked like a model, lent me her clothes, came out to my house to do my makeup and hair, and gave me advice.
She was my first real introduction into the world of makeup. Makeup is nothing more than creation. Creation of beautiful artwork. I could use makeup to look like a Hollywood starlet. I could make my eyes look bigger on those days I want to look awake, but I’m not. I could go with a classic Greek goddess look, when I wanted to be more natural, yet still have a glow to my face.
The trick was this. If I looked like I was wearing gobs of makeup, I was doing it wrong. Makeup is nothing more than adding color and shading to the living sculpture of the human face.
The more I played, the more I became “girly” and not just “someone’s mom”. It wasn’t the girliness that necessarily made the difference. It was experimenting and finding something that makes me happy when I look in the mirror. It was also having a friend who didn’t just roll their eyes, but saw I needed help and dove right in to give me a basic platform. What could have been a chore, became a game of fun.
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