No experience, no ” mistake” (mistake is just a part of a learning curve), being different and not being a “standard” or “normal” make you not good enough.
I became self-conscious about my looks early.
Being shamed at school for having lice, for spots on my uniform, and dirty nails.
(I don’t blame my mom: the washing machine was a luxury we often didn’t have, either running water so carrying water from the well 0,12 miles away for a family with 5 children & cattle means a hell lots of water – hello life at the country side).
I sunk deeper in a shame after a teacher, whom I adored, grinned how ugly my old boots, I had got from grandma, were.
I refused to wear them and instead walked those 5 miles to school (and back) in rubber boots.
Getting my feet frozen in minus 25 Celsius was easier to bear with.
The school’s festivities I spent in desperate hope and swallowing embarrassment as no boy would ask me to dance.
Those were times of old school and everyone danced in a pair.
I still haven’t forgiven it to my classmate with whom we walked a halfway home every day and were friends for not asking me for at least one dance.
Seriously, I haven’t
That one dance would make big difference to me.
But no, he like other boys ignored me.
Quite a misery, wasn’t it?
And not only me – most of the children from not so privileged families had to deal with lots of humiliation both from classmates and even some teachers.
Though the Soviet system (under which I grew up for those who don’t know) proclaimed that it all was about inner beauty the reality was different.
Thankfully, I listened to my grandma’s advice and went to tailor school.
I began with old hand sewing machine and made an effort not only me but my sisters, mother, and even cousins were well dressed.
Since I remember myself was fascinated by old time beauty secrets (although my mom didn’t even owe a mascara) and became to go to girl if you needed to color your hair or do makeup.
With same sewing needle, I saw their skirts, I pierced their ears (still full of proudness seeing all those ears rocking earrings ).
So, today I can be thankful for those experiences (but I wouldn’t ever go through that again) – they taught me how to make the best out of anything.
How to see & enhance beauty in everyone.
I adore beauty around me.
I don’t need a Chanel bag to prove my worthiness: I can even make an old tulle skirt turn me into femme fatale.
If I want to
Be proud of what you are, of your experiences and so called mistakes – they contribute to your expansion.
Don’t be ashamed to take the necessary time to maintain your appearance.
It’s important also for your own well-being.
It’s not superficial, in necessary.
We don’t live in the ideal world -we all judge, don’t believe those who deny it.
And most importantly cultivate your confidence, don’t hide your charm, play with your style – it makes you irresistibly beautiful no matter your age, size, color, and gender.