One of my closest friends (Katie from A Chance for Natalie) posted a week or two ago on Facebook about wanting to know where to go to get her eyebrows threaded. Reading that brought back flashbacks and pain of the one and only time that I went and had it done, but then I figured, hey, maybe she’s got more balls than me. Little did I know that she was a threading virgin and was going to try it for the first time… Had I known, I would have shared my experience with her (or waited and laughed at her afterward like I actually did… Love you Katie!!!). I didn’t find out that she had never had it done until I logged onto Facebook and read this “Just got my eyebrows threaded for the first time.. Yeah screw that mess will just stick with waxing. — feeling pained.” And that’s when I called her up laughing my behind off!
While we were on the phone, we came up with the idea for this blog post… The crazy things we do to make ourselves more beautiful, and then we just decided that Beauty Hurts would do. It’s true, you know… Women have to wax or thread their eyebrows often just so that we look human (don’t talk to me if you’re lucky and have naturally pretty eyebrows), we shave our legs, armpits, and some of us even shave our arms (I used to, but quickly decided “Ain’t nobody got time for that!”). We starve ourselves to try to look like AIRBRUSHED supermodels in magazines. We get pedicures (I actually enjoy that, but I recently found out that not all women do!). We wear super high heels that hurt our feet and ruin our knees, but they make us taller and make our legs and asses look great! We have surgery to improve what we can’t improve with diet and exercise (I can’t tell you how many times I’ve considered getting a nose job, or how many women I’ve met that got their boobs done). Oh, I almost forgot acrylic nails… Have you ever gotten your nails done just to pop one of them bad boys off… You haven’t felt pain until that happens to you! We spend gobs of money and we put ourselves through tons and tons and TONS of pain just to try to look our bests.
Men, on the other hand, they have it easy… They can roll out of bed in the mornings and throw anything on and they are good to go, perfectly acceptable to the rest of the world. What I wouldn’t give to have the confidence of a man some days. Being a woman though, society puts that pressure on us to be at our best at all times. And you are not allowed to have a moment of weakness or to look human… God forbid that, because if you go somewhere without your makeup, the first thing you’ll get asked is “Are you feeling okay? You look sick.”
The thing is, why do we put so much pressure on ourselves and each other? Are we really that insecure? I mentioned previously that there are days my hair sticks in all directions and that my makeup certainly does not get done. But, once upon a time I was a pageant girl. If there is ever pressure to be the thinnest and the prettiest, it’s in the pageant industry…
About 14 years ago, I entered the pageant/modeling world. If you’ve watched tv shows and movies involving them, I can tell you that yes, it’s like that… Some not as bad, yet some much worse. I’ve seen girls who starve themselves, I’ve seen girls who make you think that they can eat anything they want only to go throw up minutes later, and I’ve seen girls do many different drugs to stay thin. And when I say drugs, I mean anything from diet pills to nose candy, and everything in between. I can tell you, I’ve never done drugs… Well, recently I did try some diet pills (not for the dieting affect though, for the caffeine). I was never much for throwing up, I always found it painful. I have, however, been guilty of starving myself. Not all the time, mind you. I would simply decide that I wasn’t thin enough and go without eating. I would go days at a time sometimes and only eat a half serving of fruits or vegetables here and there. By the way, yes I knew about responsible dieting, but when you’re a teenager in this world, responsible dieting is the last thing on your mind. The worst thing I ever did was after deciding that I still wasn’t thin enough to compete after starving like that, was to take laxatives to give myself that “extra push”. I will never, ever, EVER take a laxative again. That is the sickest I have ever been.
These days, thankfully, I am much more into being comfortable with who I am. I’m healthy, and working on being healthier, but I do it the right way now. It took me a long time to love myself, to love my body, and to truly just love who I am. I didn’t have a lot of support in getting to who I am. The world (and most people, knowingly or unknowingly) has a way of trying to tell you that you’re not good enough, because no matter how pretty you are, or how thin you are, there is always someone out there that is prettier and thinner. That’s one reason why I feel it’s important to send a positive message out there for young girls, saying that you are beautiful the way you are. People can be pencil thin and it’s fine. You can be overweight and be absolutely gorgeous. The most important thing I can say is that if YOU don’t like something about yourself, don’t be afraid to change it (I am the queen of change, just look at my millions of hair colors!) but do it the safe way!
Wow… This blog certainly changed a lot from what Katie and I first talked about… But I do feel like what was said possibly has more gravity than all the jokes in the world could. Please comment and share with friends. And of course, I’ll see you tomorrow!