Everyone has a part of their body they don’t like or wish they could change. Or atleast they used to. (I’ve come a long way) I don’t consider myself ‘classically beautiful’ and it took me a while to accept that. I’m my own kind of beautiful. No one else looks like me and I can proudly say I’m uniquely pretty.
I have a beauty mark (no, it’s not a mole) on my left cheek. Around the age of 10 I cried about constantly. I wanted it gone. No one else I knew (in my small hometown) had one. It was big brown bump on my face that I’ve had for as long as I can remember. Kids would make comments about it, tease me and ask if it was poop.
Before we had the Internet to research a procedure to have it removed it I wanted to scrape it off or burn it off, anything to make me look ‘normal.’
My parents have always projected body positivity onto my siblings and I. No one in my family looks like a supermodel and we still love each other just the same. My mom showed me pictures of Marilyn Monroe and other people who drew fake beauty marks on their faces, it was considered a sign of beauty if a celebrity drew one on. Cindy Crawford, Madonna and even Christina Aguilera were relevant representations to me of women in the media that embraced the look. It helped me deal with what I thought I hated, and made me feel like I was born with something special.
It is so important for young girls (and boys) to see people in the media that they can relate to. Whether it’s body size, race, health or mental issues. People in the spotlight need to represent a relevant demographic from every walk of life.
Be yourself. Be happy.