Thursday, September 6, 2007

Living My Life As Beautiful

I went for a swim today, and left feeling pretty darn good about myself.

  • I had gone swimming despite trying to talk myself out of it over the entire course of driving from work to the pool
  • I had gone to the weight gym and was happy to note that I had progressed from spindly I-can’t-lift-this arms to doing 15 pound dumb bell bicep curls (yes, the miniature Hulkette in the re-making—ask Mr. T what he thought when he first saw me in a sleeveless feminine dress, during my rock climbing years, eight years ago)
  • I had stretched really well—probably the first time this whole season, so I was patting myself on the back
  • I performed my mitzvah of the day, an unasked for kindness to another individual—who was grateful enough to thank me several times.
  • I had stepped out of my trying-to-hide-behind-the-scenery self, and was wearing a cute outfit—and I felt it, too
  • Some guy named “Biff” thought it was cute, too, and actually tried to pursue me in what was an initially flattering, but became annoying, kind of way (OK—he only looked like he was named Biff. I think his real name was Ben).
  • Due to the fact that I was not in the competition/training mode, I didn’t have that feeling of short-changing a workout (by not going hard enough, or long enough, or skipping an interval)—and that hadn’t happened for a long time (like the whole training season).

All these factors combined to form this inner feeling that just seemed to radiate all the way through to the outside.

I was feeling so good, that I probably let my guard down.
Because, suddenly, it popped into my head how sad it was that I would never know myself as beautiful.

Now, that’s an interesting thought.
Because, in many ways, it’s very true. Not just for me, but for many, if not most, of the female gender. At least in this country, which is the only country/culture I am at least somewhat familiar with.

When I was young, in my pre-teen and teenage years, I had an inner, almost unknown longing to be blonde and willowy (note “miniature Hulkette” reference above”). I went to a primarily Caucasian high school. Fashion advertising in the 1970s mostly used Caucasian models. Those were the days before “ethnic” models. Sometimes, I find it hard to believe that there was a time, when my look, a mixed Eurasian blend, was undesirable in the public arena—and that this undesirability was generally accepted. Blonde and thin was in—and I was imprinted with this model of beauty, and found myself lacking, without being aware of it.

There are other reasons that I’ve never found myself beautiful. Growing up without much in an overly abundant world has certainly contributed. Being called “fat” and “ugly” during my growing years didn’t help. “Frog eyes” was another one—which reflected my “not normal” eye shape, and made me acutely aware of those Japanese women who had surgery (blepharoplasty) to make their eyes look more “Western”.

But, I think there’s another part to this that is shared by a large number of women in America. And, that is, we are immersed in a cultural standard that doesn’t accept women (and, possibly, men, now) for their real, natural, honest-to-goodness beauty, and instead models an almost impossible perfection, that reflects weight, height, proportion, and color standards.

I have somewhat outgrown those currents of my youth, but I still don’t think I am beautiful.

Can you imagine going through your whole life, not living up to SOMEONE ELSE'S standard of beauty? I think that’s how most of us live our lives. It certainly is how I have lived mine. It really is sad, not to know oneself as beautiful—especially, when all of us really are. If I can live my life, with the feeling that I had as I left the pool / gym, then I will be living my life as beautiful. As for knowing myself as beautiful, well, that will still be some time coming.

7 comments:

the Dread Pirate Rackham said...

I suppose it never matters what others think on the outside - it's what's going on inside that really counts. It's all about the self-love.

But just in case you didn't know, I think you're beautiful.

Bones said...

Hey fellow happa!

This is an interesing article I read a while back, which I thought was interesting.

http://psychologytoday.com/articles/pto-20051221-000001.htm

I understand what you are talking about because I have been starting to see it in my daughters. I think you would be supprised at how many people think you are beautiful

S. Baboo said...

Bah, society! It's the things we do with our lives that make us beautiful but having grown op the "fat kid" or the "abnormally large kid" I can relate to a degree.

Podium quest said...
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Podium quest said...

I truelly think you are gorgous!Just don't tell Mr. T I said that. You also happen to be one of the sweetest people I've ever met.

I agree about society's view of beauty. I get really sick of people looking at me like I'm full of crap when I tell them I'm a triathlete! yes, fat people can be compete in triathlon too.

You've got a great blog going on here, I'm impressed!

skoshi said...

Cody, I still have this picture/memory of you passing me in the Gallup Tri swim--doing the breast stroke no less. I read your post about the 8:30 miles in the half marathon. Whew! Fat? Bah!! You have a great presence and are truly good at what you do. So, swimming freestyle yet? :)

SWTrigal said...

I felt sad reading your blog because:
a. As women most of us are cursed with not feeling good enough, pretty enough, sexy enough,etc..
b. You ARE beautiful so that just shows you what a lie that is!