One day I was watching a food show and BAM!! This ‘I’m of Asian descent yet-just came out of the South American sun- but my paternal grandma is Jamaican looking babe’ just appeared on the screen! I’m NOT joking; she could pass for one of the finest women I had ever seen in my life!
Seriously, I was on the phone and I made a sound;
the person I was talking to had to ask “what’s the problem?” I just said
something dropped! Actually, something really dropped- my jaw!
Within seconds I was analysing her haircut, skin,
eyes, neck (which must have been like 24 inches long) and I couldn’t believe
it! She didn’t look like she had ever had surgery or altered anything; she didn’t
even seem like she had any form of beauty regime; her natural bronzed glow was
most likely a result of spending hours in the sun walking through the market looking
for recipes/ingredients (as a restaurateur/chef); her black eyeliner looked
like she applied it on the stairs on her way into the studio; in fact her
slightly extra-long neck added to her beauty! It was hard not to hate her! She was
effortlessly (almost ignorantly) beautiful!
Wait……before you begin to wonder if I have ‘crossed
to the other side of the road’, let me get my point out……..to be honest, after
about 10 minutes I concluded that there was something not ‘normal’ about her;
yep! I told myself “Issalie, there has to be something wrong with her jor!”.
But as a good girl whose conscience isn’t dead I
felt bad! I felt bad that I couldn’t just accept that another woman was naturally
beautiful without looking like she spent hours in front of the mirror or at the
salon (she had a boyish looking hair cut) or at the gym. And besides her
physical beauty, she was successful in her career…..the green eyed monster just
didn’t want me to rest.
I read an article few months ago written by
media personality ToolzO (who is another beautiful lady people just love to
hate) and she talked about how women find it so easy to bring down each other. Her
article made sense and from that time I made an effort to pay people
compliments. Before then I may think of the compliments yet keep mum but I know
that when you pay someone a genuine compliment you make them feel good about
themselves and I also know that there can never be an overdose of boosting
someone else’s self-esteem; truth is when you see that your words make someone
feel good, you also feel good about yourself!
As someone obsessed with the idea of beauty and
makeup, I find myself looking at people and their features and having an
opinion about it. I’ve experienced that once you don’t accept a certain unflattering
feature, that burden can kill! True! I’ve also learnt that once you get the
chance to alter it (maybe through surgery or creams) you can never be satisfied.
Your slightly wide nose actually fits your eyes and if it doesn’t, darling
there is the power of contouring! Don’t die!
Really though who declares the beginning and the end of
what is beautiful or not?
It’s not so hard, learn to appreciate yourself and others;
when I see someone with great skin or nicely done makeup, I ask for their
beauty secret; they would even be more than willing to share. At a mall
recently, I and a friend complimented the girl at the counter so much she gave
my friend her set of bangles; I can also bet we made her day because she truly
had good skin and nice full hair and our words only reassured her.
Stop wishing your black thick hair away, one
Asian chic may be wondering why God made her own hair straw straight and scanty
while you’re here giving your left arm for Malaysian human hair! Remember we’re
all imperfectly perfect *wink*
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