A very familiar feeling to me and many of my friends, is the struggle of feeling beautiful, because we all feel pressure that we need to be, simply because we are female. I want to hear from my significant other that he not only loves me for me but also finds me beautiful, inside and out. And yet, for basically my entire life I have been uncomfortable receiving compliments on my beauty. They are always compliments based on my appearance, and I am always frustrated instead of thankful, and I usually associate that uncomfortable response with the fact that I disagree. In the past I've responded with my own truthful objection or issue with the compliment, as in "You're just saying that to make me feel better," "I cant look ok, I feel horrible," , "so the other parts of me don't deserve any recognition? like my work?" or even the simplest, with a smile: "Thanks but I just don't think so."
These responses do not go over well. I have even been told they are rude and that if they are the truth, I should just say "Thanks for the compliment," knowing they meant to share a positive notion. But I feel even less beautiful just saying thanks and not speaking the truth.
The compliment given wasn't to find out how I feel, it was to let me know how someone else has viewed me. That their judgement concluded my hair or eyes or appearance has met societies standards through their eyes. So, they become defensive if I disagree because they believe what they've said, but I become defensive because they don't think about what I'd like to be noticed for. -Sometimes there is context in which I do genuinely appreciate compliments, but the set up for these scenarios are so complex and are so rare I can't recall one right now to describe. The fact that I was picked on by bullies who literally called me ugly is just such example of how society expects females to want others to see them as pretty. And I admit, it hurt to be so bluntly rejected by society's standards at the time, even if it was only a verbal attack.
Another less obvious example is that when people have been offended when I don't thank them for compliments, they are reinforcing the idea that I should want to appear beautiful to them.
So, it has been my experience that if I'd say anything but "thanks", they defend their opinion as valid, and then try to convince me of so, because they think it's not just important that I think I am beautiful, but that I am in general viewed as beautiful by others. Which yes, I would strive to be, but I wish to do so by my own merit, by the deeds I've done, by my kindness, by efforts and values, my individuality, the things that make up who I am, and yet have nothing to do with needing to be feminine or female, those traits make me feel more confident and beautiful as a whole person, and I prefer that to minimizing the word describe a physical appearance.
Of course I want to be beautiful in my own mind and to my sig. other, and he has made me feel that he does cherish me inside and out. I believe he values my personality and identity as much as I value his, and that it will keep us together, loving not only for appearance but for who they are.
And yes it is hard for me to separate the feeling of internal beauty and feeling smart, valued and important. I just think beauty should not be an inseparable aspect of femininity to our world.
A recent example of finding self worth, and positive self image began with a couple of happenings in my life. One of which was when on [facebook] my relatives and girl friends were sending each other the instructions to post five photos of yourself that make you feel beautiful. (No one sent it to any males, at least on my timeline.)
Scrolling through everyone's 5 picks, I smiled catching glimpses of my aunts and sisters declaring their love and approval of themselves. A rare happening from today's women. On the surface this was a beautiful effort to make everyone reflect on themselves, but I thought deeper, seeing older women posting only photos of them when they were younger-more physically appealing to the standards society told them to hold against themselves. And my younger friends, attempting to use makeup and lighting to show how they are learning to judge their own attractiveness.
So I chose pictures of myself doing things that made me remember how independent, carefree, loving, smart, and unique I can be. Most were when I was younger, I think because I remember not caring as much how I looked or what others thought of me. Back then I cherished my weird, and I was encouraged to do so. (My Pipi Longstocking Halloween Costume...my brother and I covered head to toe in mud from a rainy mud-pie-fight... myself seated on a mountain of books in my messy room with my head stuck in the story I was reading. )
The others were of my with loved ones at special times in life, more recently. Although I still knowingly chose photos where I deemed myself to look "okay" and "presentable", instead of 'bad' pictures. A moment later a relative commented, "Interesting choices."
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The other happening that helped me find a self worth, began with a huge challenge. The challenge to my perception of my own physical beauty, while watching from a far, my mom dealing with breast cancer. The cancer affected many aspects of life, only one of which am I covering with this topic of physical beauty. But this topic was one which she was often talking with me about, and one I could only try to empathize with. She had experienced such negativity about her self and such radical physical changes it affected how she viewed herself, and how she perceived others to view her.
It was hard for me to argue against the despair. I too had lived a life full of identifying with the 'beautiful' aspects of my appearance. The ones that our society has placed importance on. The pieces of anatomy which despite their biological functions, are deemed beautiful by our culture, or 'visually appealing'. A woman's hair, breasts, cleavage, sillouette... all things I mainly focused on at or after puberty, when I also felt the peak of pressure to look good for others. Although... my hair had been something I had been complimented on and told made me pretty, and girly, my entire life. Since I could talk I was hearing and describing myself as 'blonde and blue eyed.' So the thought of losing something like that, something that I had been expressing my personality with, by choosing how to wear it, how to grow it, unlike my genetics, which remained unchangeable... The control over my own hair gave me the idea that my hair helped define who I was, how pretty I was, and it still does.
The thought of loosing that being so crushing was only a tiny part of coming to understand the hurt and mental stress my mother was going through.
I didn't know what to tell her, especially while I was thousands of miles away in another city, in another state. All I wanted to do was be there for her and I couldn't. But I found a way to reach out anyway, through photos. (Picture texts.)
Just like my 5 pix I had chosen for facebook, I wanted to send her pics that sent her the beautiful feeling of love, I wanted her to wake up strong and happy and proud of her daughter for waking up, smiling and thinking of her. She always taught us to love animals, and she always loved to see pictures of what I was up to. I wanted to send her proof that she created an important, beautiful daughter, who is proud of and misses her mom.
So, I sent her some pics of me and my cat, named Kitty, as we were waking up. The first glimpses of morning light, before I worried about my hair, or my face in a mirror. In that moment when my family and a new day is the only thing on my mind.
She told me how much the photos meant to her, how she looked forward to our daily morning selfie. She said it made her smile, so I kept taking more. I sent her morning cat selfies for months, some months being more regular and daily than others. I only really stopped lately because she came to visit me and shortly after, my camera broke. But it allowed me this break to analyze what had happened. I ended up feeling more beautiful, more confident, I felt I had spent more time reaching out to loved ones, and I had a constant response of love and approval and smiles.
I now have photographic proof that I cared for my cat and about my family, more than my makeup.
And now looking back, on the collection of photos, the memories i feel from my family make me feel wonderful. I think I look prettier in some of my morning cat selfies with no make up, than in some of my dressed up pictures of me where I am in make up, trying to highlight parts of my face we conventionally celebrate as pretty.
The candid morning tiredness that flooded me with warm memories and makes me miss my mom and cherish my cat make me more confident in many respects. I can see a change in myself. I still struggle with compliments and my own idea of my self beauty, but I am happier each time I feel that childlike part of me-inside. When I'm doing something I think is important, and not caring about how I look to others, I feel even more like my self.
Here below are some of the year's worth of cat selfies. See if you can see in the photos proof of me behaving more confident as I find some beautiful sentiments in what my mother created -me.
Starting one year ago, November 2013
December 2013, it was cold:
January, 2014. cuddley and cold.
March:
April 2014
May:
June... this picture was a morning when I was worried about my mom.
I couldn't bring myself to send it to her, or to hold my cat for a photo that day.After collecting myself, I tried to take a selfie (on the right)
showing how calm one can look with the huge amount of turmoil inside
July... the cat she raised along side me and my brother,
Basil, the greatest family pet of my life is put down
I attempt to continue positive photos.
August
September
October
November 2014
And here's a special flashback:
Mom and Kitty <3~ !