In a couple short months I'll be turning thirty.
I've been thinking a lot about how much more comfortable I am
in my own skin now, than I was in my early twenties.

I had an idea in my head of how I should look and dress
and was constantly wishing I was something that I wasn't.
Wishing my nose wasn't so crooked or that my eyebrows were thicker.
Wished that I had bigger boobs and a smaller waist.
I wished that I was the type of girl with perfect makeup and perfectly groomed hair.
Every so often I would run to the makeup counter and buy tons of makeup,
promising myself that I wouldn't leave the house without it on my face.
I'd buy a brand new flat or curling iron, with the intentions of having perfectly done hair.
My promises would last only a few days, and I'd be back in my old routine of messy hair
and barely-there makeup.
I'd buy cute heels with the intention of becoming a dressy-type girl,
opposed to my regular uniform of jeans, t-shirts, and sandals.
Again, only to return to the comfort of being who I really am.

It upsets met that I tried so hard to be something I wasn't and that I felt that I wasn't enough.
I'm happy to say that, over the last couple of years, I've grown more comfortable with who I am.

I accept the things that I cannot change and, since having Maja, have learned to appreciate
the things I was once self-conscience about.
That nose I hate so much on me? She has it, and it's beautiful on her.
The light, barely-there eyebrows? Yep, she's got 'em.


 I still have my moments of total self-consciousnesses,
but for the most part I just reassure myself that this is who I am.
And it's okay.

So, I've resigned to that fact that I am not the girl with perfect makeup or hair.
I'm not a girl who wears heels (unless I absolutely have to) and is impeccably dressed.
It's just not who I am.
And that's okay.

While the little creases in my face are becoming more pronounced with age,
so are my feelings of self-worth and acceptance.
And that makes me pretty damn happy.

I hear it only gets better from here.

xo

4 comments:

  1. funny how that acceptance thing just sort of "happens". I'm turning 30 in February so I have had a lot of these thoughts a lot lately as well, and reading your post definitely resonated with me. Lol I'm too lazy to put on make-up...or maybe I'm just too busy being a mom and a wife to really care, unless we're heading out for a special occasion...and really...lipstick and babies don't mix! I can't imagine kissing J with anything on my lips, and streaking his perfect little face. And I have quite the collection of curling irons as well...2 brand new in the box {I should regift those I think}. Maybe spending that time trying to be different is part of the process. I'm just thinking that maybe we needed to try to be different in order to realize we're perfect the way we are?

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  2. I love how Ana phrased that sentiment: "... maybe we needed to try to be different in order to realize we're perfect the way we are ..." So, so true. In my mid-20s, I find myself in a constant state of self-deprecation. "If I just had these clothes ... this furniture ... this house ... this thing ... different hair ..." then I'll be happy. And when I try to change myself in those ways, all I am is UNhappy. I am learning to be who the Lord made me to be -- ME! Thank you for posting this.

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