All the women in my host family think I am beautiful…. Me? What do they see??
For the first time, ever, I understand why I never thought I was pretty……….. I judged myself through American eyes, American magazines, the American UNREALISTIC standard of beauty. The women here care about themselves, but don’t take themselves too seriously. They are sensitive and strong. “No barriers” as one sister said….. I worry about such nonsense……… no one cares that I have oily skin or that my hair is dry and kinky, or that I am thin, or that my fingers are long, (or that I am overdue for a mani/pedi!) The women in this family do not see my “imperfections” or care about religion or that I don’t speak French …….. they only see the love in my heart….
In my world, “beautiful” people have turned “ugly” in a blink of an eye because of their nastiness in actions and words……. so recognizing inner beauty as a concept is nothing new. So the question becomes, why was I judging myself so harshly? Brainwashed by American culture is all I can say……..
Beauty redefined…. these women are amazing ….. my perspective changes again……