“Are you sick? Cause you look pale.”
Oh, how many times I’ve heard this. It was much more prevalent in school, when kids have no problems pointing out what they perceive to be someone’s flaws. But even as an adult, in “professional” work environments, I’ve had full-grown adults comment about the color of my skin and tell me I need to get in the tanning bed. I understand that tanning has certainly had its hey-day of popularity, and a long one at that, but I’ve never been one to follow the trend.
Here we are at the end of summer, when everyone takes their beach-burnished bodies back to work and brags about their vacations. I, meanwhile, am looking forward to winter when I’m on slightly more even ground skin tone-wise.
Yes, I’m pale. I’m aware of it.
No, I’m not sick.
Yes, you can see my veins, but people in the medical field certainly appreciate it.
No, that’s not a white shirt under my cable knit sweater. That’s my skin.
Yes, natural lighting is about as intense as it needs to get.
Yes, my skin looks the same in color as it does in black and white.
And even though there are a lot of really snappy things I could say to people who criticize my color, I usually just smile and say thank you. 🙂
Is there anything better than a day at the spa? Well, if you get to do it all right from the comfort of your very own couch, and your five-year-old daughter is the one pampering you, then I think that’s about as good as it gets!
My youngest daughter, taking full advantage of the larger amount of Mommy-time available now that I work from home, wanted to get out the foot spa, nail polish, and all the accessories. I thought she wanted me to do her nails, silly me! She wanted to take care of me!
For the low low price of a hug and a kiss, I received a pedicure complete with being pumiced up to my knees and massaged with more lotion than my feet have seen in a really long time. My toenails now have a, uh, beautiful coat of light purple on them, and my fingers are well coated in pink glitter.
She did finally relent and let me return the favor.
Are those not cutest feet ever?
And of course she couldn’t decide which color to use. Nothing better than time with the kids!
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In a recent discussion amongst acquaintances (during which I was not present), it was decided that I was a size four when this picture was taken.
Size four? I can’t remember ever being a size four, except maybe when I was four years old! At minimum I was an eight. So why am I telling you this? Because I think women are missing the best beauty secret out there.
We can buy all the creams, gels, and weight-loss pills we want, but the one thing that will truly work is to change the way we look at ourselves.
You’ve seen those pictures on Facebook, with eight or nine photos labeled “What I Think I Look Like”, “What my Husband Thinks I Look Like”, etc. It’s true that we all have different facets and other people will see us in their own way. But for me, before I had that photograph taken, the image I had in my head for myself was not pretty. I can’t even find an actual photo to post for comparison, because the worst ones are still better than my self-image at that time.
I begrudgingly booked the boudoir session at the behest of my best friend. She insisted that Sydney at Artistic Photography could do amazing pictures, even for a dumpy single mother like me. You know what? She was right. These pictures were taken nearly two years ago, and when I think about what I look like, I see this.
So ladies, if you want to truly feel pretty, don’t waste your time and money at the pharmacy. Let someone show you how beautiful you really are.
Photos courtesy of Artistic Photography by Sydney, Herrin IL. Also on Facebook.