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Pretty Little Faces

I never read the newspaper. Besides the fact the simple act of picking one up makes the tips of my fingers feel grimy, the several bolded titles serve the purpose of making me paranoid with fear of doing anything out of the ordinary – or these days, even of the ordinary – that will lead to me getting shot, attacked or dead.

So my paper knows no other place but my recycling bin and my TV knows no such thing as a news channel (not to worry, my loved ones keep me posted on the awfulness that is this world). However, on this one particular morning, I surprised even myself by picking up the monstrosity of dirty pages and reading the news story plastered on the front cover…

A 17 year boy had posted a Valentine’s Day message dedicated to all the uniformed ladies of his high school. Here’s an excerpt:

“…this message is a general and all-encompassing statement. It is a message about the qualities that really matter in a woman, and what really makes a woman attractive. Although this speech has some relevance to the way women dress and present themselves nowadays, the message in this speech goes far beyond one’s preferences, or feelings of pressure, as it relates to the way they dress, and it goes far beyond any concept of modernity. It strikes at the very core of humanity itself, in an attempt to make a revelation of truth apparent to all of you, with awe-inspiring certainty… You don’t need to dress or act a certain way to fit in, to feel attractive, or to BE attractive. You’re all far more attractive than you realize. All of you. But that’s not to say that you should all dress in revealing clothing. No, not at all. Sure, a girl who dresses that way might turn a few heads, and get some compliments. But real attractiveness doesn’t come from wearing the latest fashion, and it doesn’t come from being scantily clad in public, or putting on make-up, or having a pretty face, or a nice body. No. Real attractiveness comes from having a certain dignity. It comes from having class. It comes from being true to yourself, being yourself, and being comfortable in your own skin. This message is for all young women within the sound of my voice and beyond. You’re all beautiful. You all have inner beauty AND outer beauty.”

The newspaper clipping now hangs in my room. I was impressed by the writing, but more so the message… after all, a 17 year old not preferring to see kilts looming just below the butt cheeks, so that the slightest gust of wind ensures full moon exposure?? It’s refreshing to know there are guys out there who have the ability to value females for more than just the mould they come in. After all, us women are hard enough on ourselves as it is… we pluck, wax, pull, nip, tuck, starve… guys age like wine, we age like apples left on a counter overnight! So instead of comparing, complaining or pointing out our flaws… it would be nice to feel loved for the heart inside the body.

And ladies… there’s only one of you. Yes, your thighs may be slightly too big, your hair may co-operate NEVER and you may resemble a muffin when you wear certain jeans that fit just a tad too snug… BUT that Victoria’s Secret model can’t dance like you can, the girl standing next to you at the bar with the smokin’ hot body (which you know is clearly thanks to good genetics because the way she’s pounding down the drinks she should be nothing but burly) doesn’t have your smile and the girl sitting across from you on the subway with the Princess Jasmine (Disney’s Aladdin reference) hair may also have plenty of it in unwanted places. The point is, everyone exudes beauty differently. We spend so much unnecessary time comparing ourselves that we forget to admire and be grateful for what we were blest with.

And besides…

“Real attractiveness comes from having a certain dignity. It comes from having class. It comes from being true to yourself, being yourself, and being comfortable in your own skin.”



About Little Miss Spanglish

Bright-eyed dreamer, set in her ways... enjoys working-out to slow jams. Hates being called by her full name by people close to her. Has never had a pet, yet has names picked out for her future fish, cat and Teacup pig (name of future dog still in the works). Loves receiving handwritten letters in the mail (long, handwritten messages in thoughtfully picked out cards also result in a smile). Will stare in disdain at her plate if it is inhabited by: brown rice, asparagus or beets (coming around on the beets). Finds skipping-down-a-sidewalk to be a lost art in adults... refuses to let that happen to her.


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