I have freckles and my hair has a natural wave that makes it rather fluffy, cocker spaniel like when I let it air dry. If I listened to all the drivel beauty product ads are constantly blabbing at me I’d try covering up all my freckles with foundation for a “flawless finish” and I’d put all sorts of mousse and/or hairspray in my hair to “tame” it. I’d also continue coloring my hair to cover all those “unsightly” gray hairs but I haven’t colored my hair in months as I’m letting the natural, dark color grow back in. I don’t listen to all that junk on TV and in magazines because I believe that natural beauty is actually beautiful!
Why the obsession with making women resemble mannequins? Why should any woman want to be a stiff, untouchable creature whose beauty shatters the moment you touch her? Trying to kiss a woman covered in pounds of makeup makes as much sense as trying to kiss a wet oil painting. No one should smear that crud all over themselves so they can be “pore-free and perfect.”
I love my freckles, every last one! I love my fluffy hair even though I sometimes resemble a grizzly bear in the morning. Yes, I do blow dry my hair sometimes to make it a bit smoother but it retains its natural wave and I have no desire to flatiron it into submission. I love who I am and how I look. I’m not going to slather lotions and potions all over my scars and “imperfections” so I can fit in with today’s ridiculously skewed idea of what beautiful is.
I’m a mother to two little girls and those girls are growing up knowing that their mother is happy with who she is and how she looks and that they’re perfect just how they are. That is beauty, that is elegance and that is timeless grace. You’ll never find that in a bottle!