Imperfection, beauty and curves ahead

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

me & my seesters: an emjayandthem (c) photo

me & my seesters: an emjayandthem (c) photo

True that!

True that!

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?

 

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18 thoughts on “Imperfection, beauty and curves ahead

  1. Now as I get older, folks say I look like my mother. Our voices are very similar. People would confuse us on the phone. Just last weekend as I went to visit Mom, I saw a picture of both of us and nodded, “Yes, we do look alike now.” I never had seen the resemblance before, as she had more curves than I did. :)

    • Isn’t that neat that you are that similar, especially in the voice? Thank you for sharing your observations, too :) MJ

  2. No sisters here and none of us (me and my two brothers) looked alike. One bro looked like Dad and one bro looked like my Mom’s brother. I didn’t look quite like anyone for a long time. A few years ago I went to an extended family function and my mother’s sister was there. She’s 101 now. She looked at me and said, “You look just like your mother.” Her coloring (brunette and olive-ish) and shape were different but there is something in my aging face that I can see that reminds me of her. Her sassy mouth was far better than mine. Wish she was around to give me blog fodder (and for other reasons).

  3. Life is much easier when we “mature” and just let things be, isn’t it? You’re all beautiful!

  4. I’m the most curvy of my sisters, and, to be honest, I’d prefer to be blessed with less roundness. LOL LOVE the photo, MJ!

    Hugs from Ecuador,
    Kathy

    • Me too — I was built for comfort over speed – ha! I love that photo, too. We were attending my mother’s Family reunion and it was just a happy, good day. Love it.
      Cheers! MJ

  5. People either said that my 3 siblings and I looked nothing alike, or they said we looked exactly alike! Two of us resembled mom, the other two looked like dad. We were blessed with tall and skinny genetics, but I didn’t appreciate it then. I was called names like “bean pole” and thought I was gangly and ugly through my middle and high school years. I compared myself to the pretty girls in high school and literally hated how I looked every single day of my life. After high school, thanks in part to discovering a few real and true friends, I began to discover my real self on the inside, and suddenly the outside began to blossom a bit. I still have plenty of flaws, but I’m not so hard on myself as I was back then.

    I don’t see a lot of resemblance in you and your sisters, but each of you are beautiful!

    • You are a beautiful lady, Terri, so I am glad to know you have grown into your long and lankiness, neither of which I had or will have :) And you’re right, there’s something for good true friends who embrace you to make you step back and see your own beauty!
      Happy Wednesday!
      MJ

  6. Great shot of you and your sisters. I only had brothers, three of them. Cher’s hair was in style, and I had curls galore–just like you!

  7. I know I’ve mentioned this before, but I can totally commiserate. My sister had the perfectly well-behaved hair, as did all of my friends – long flowing locks down their backs. Mine was so curly my mother couldn’t do anything with it and kept it cut short in a Shirley Temple-esque way. But now…I as I suspect you as well…can appreciate the extra body it has. We’ve grown into our hair, MJ.

    Locks aside, this is a beautiful post and a lovely picture of you and your sisters. You are looking beautiful as always.

    • Yeah I never could master the long flowing thing — mine was waist long and ringlets – something that today would be coveted but then was annoyed by. I spent lots of time in ponies and pigtails :)

      We’ve definitely grown into our hair and our looks and our own styles. The 3 of us are very dissimilar yet similar and it’s interesting to see it; I don’t see them that often (going for a week over Mother’s day, so I will get some time with us all together) – I always notice it – not sure that they do.

      Thank you for your kind words and thoughts!
      MJ

  8. Love the photo! You’re right, you have a different look from your sisters! But you’re all beautiful! :) I have curl to deal with too, so I feel your pain! I straighten mine most days, but when I don’t, I look like a wild woman. But hey, maybe that makes it interesting?! Glad you’ve grown to see the similarities with your siblings. ~ Sheila

    • As I’ve gotten older I’ve stopped fighting the curl as much as I did. It’s still crazy when I get up in the morning, though :)

      Thank you for the compliment; there’s something in all of us that is similar but we each do have our own look.

      Bests!
      MJ

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