Mom used to say to us girls, “Wouldn’t life be boring if we were all the same?”
I’m sure that was her way of making us all feel special, beautiful and unique.
You see my sisters, with their smooth blond hair falling into softly styled coifs, looked nothing like me.
I had a rats’ nest of brown curls and favored my brothers more than I ever did those two.
They were older and more sophisticated. And then came me.
Ridiculous, giggly, curly-haired and more.
More on top and more on the bottom and just, well, more.
As we’ve gotten older, I’ve realized we’re more alike than we are not. All of us have her in us. All of us catch ourselves saying things we heard her say growing up. And all of us have something unique to offer.
It’s taken me 40 years to accept what Mae West supposedly once said:
“Cultivate your curves — they may be dangerous but they won’t be avoided.” ~Mae West
How much was your definition of beauty defined by comparison? Who set the beauty bar for you at a young age? What helped you appreciate your own look or style?