As Christina Aguilera belts out her iconic anthem on TV, “You’re BEAUTIFUL…in every single way…” I can’t help but wonder if that’s truly applicable to me. She sings with such passion and power, locking eyes with the screen as if she knows my inner struggles. “No matter what they sayyy…” Yes, Christina, but do I really embody that beauty you sing of?
When you mention “they,” I can’t help but think of the mirrors in my home and the critical inner dialogue that often plays in my head. A few years back, I watched in dismay as the glow of youth gracefully slipped from my cheeks into the shadows of my sagging neckline. My skin, particularly around my eyes, decided it had reached its elasticity limit and began a full-on revolt against any attempts I made to “smooth things over.”
Since turning 45, my wrinkles have been on a mission, multiplying nightly despite my diligent application of “anti-aging” cream. Each morning, as I glance into the mirror, I can’t help but count and name each little wrinkle sprouting from the corners of my eyes like rays of sunshine—except, of course, they are not the kind of sunshine I want to bask in. These days, I’ve effectively turned my face into a bustling wrinkle farm. But you know what? I take pride in knowing they are 100% organic.
And my body? Well, let’s just say that despite my best efforts at “firming and sculpting,” I could write a book of pastry metaphors. Muffin tops, sweet rolls, buns—you name it. It feels like my body has become a delightful bakery of sorts. I might even joke that my super-sucker underpants deserve an award for their valiant effort to contain my ever-expanding belly, which is like a wave that could break the most fortified levees.
If I focused solely on my appearance, I would have to admit to Christina that, no, beauty isn’t quite what I see. But with age comes clarity, and I’ve come to realize that my worth goes far beyond just my body and face. Beneath the surface imperfections lie beautiful qualities that have been waiting for their moment to shine (Yes, Christina, I know you can hit that note, but let’s hold off for a sec).
What truly matters are the treasures of my mind and soul. My mind is a vibrant canvas, filled with splashes of ideas, love, adventure, and possibility. It buzzes with energy and curiosity, and while it’s less cluttered than it used to be, it’s brimming with beauty. I’ve shed the unnecessary complexities of life, making room for simplicity that feels refreshing.
As for my soul, it has matured through trials and tribulations. No longer in turmoil, it has found its calm amidst life’s chaos. Imagine it played by the ever-remarkable actress, Lily Evans, in a heartwarming film. My soul has flourished and become a beacon of beauty in its own right.
Despite the mirror’s judgments and my inner critic, I remind myself that my beauty transcends physicality. I am joyful, healthy, and alive (cue the music, please). As I navigate the journey of life, I will keep reminding myself that I am beautiful, mind and soul, no matter the opinions of others.
“So don’t you bring me down todayyy!”
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Summary:
This piece humorously reflects on self-image and beauty as one ages, emphasizing that true beauty emanates from the mind and soul rather than physical appearance. The author draws parallels between aging and self-acceptance, ultimately concluding that beauty is more than skin deep.