Good day to you all!  I do hope things are splendid in each and every one of my reader’s lives.  I watched a show today that reminded me what it was about esthetics that helped me realize true beauty.  The show had your typical lifetime woman who seemed to base her self worth on her appearance.  Now I am all for beauty and the pursuit of it, what I am not for is striving for a false sense of beauty because that my friends will never lead you to happiness.  It sounds cliché to talk about girls in magazines or movie stars setting a standard that is non-obtainable by non-photo shopped women, and that was a topic of conversation I heard a lot in my youth.  I was taught to like me for who I am and not for how I look.  However, I spent most of my teen years caring more about how I looked than who I was; probably because at that point I did not have a clue who I was.  Once I figured out that I could professionally do what I had already been doing instead of studying, which was primping and grooming I had to pursue it.

After I finished getting my esthetic license and absorbing all the information I could on how to improve the skin and take care of myself something in me changed.  I no longer wanted to fix my hair perfect, spend an hour doing my makeup, or wear high heels everywhere, which is the opposite of what I expected to become.  Esthetics taught me about true beauty by caring for myself and making good decisions.  This education and practice helped to build tremendous self-confidence and I learned a deeper appreciation for myself and the features God gave me with out a drop of makeup.  I will say that I became quite granola in the following years directly after school.  I even obtained the nick name Tree Hugger, which I am still okay with to this day, though my style has certainly become more professional and feminine.  But the point of me saying this is to remind myself and share with you that the beauty that makes us happy comes from within it doesn’t come from a magazine, or a runway, models do…and those ladies are just like us only dressed up and perhaps with a bit less cushion than the rest of us who are not paid to look pretty.  So I guess you could say that we the non-photo shopped women are humanitarian models because we offer our service of making the world a more beautiful place for free out of the goodness of our hearts.

I write this, which may be a bit all over the place, because lately I have felt less than par.  I have felt like perhaps I am not pretty enough, fit enough, sane enough, or I don’t work hard enough…enough for what?  Starting now I am going to start looking within instead of around me for what ever it is that must satisfy enough.  If you feel me ladies then start this with me!  And have a fantastic day!