Two posts in a matter of minutes

Friday's (8/12) subject for gypsy mama's five minute friday was beauty. I'm late. But I want to do it anyway, because I think I have something different to say. Here's her blog, if you want to read about fridays. So here goes. Five minutes, no editing.

Go.

When I read other women's blogs about beauty, and their silly complaints about noses that are too big, or bodies that they don't think are skinny enough, it doesn't make me feel any better. Their pictures are absolutely beautiful. Their pictures make me wonder why on earth wouldn't these women know that they are beautiful?! I can realize in the back of my mind that maybe, once upon a time, that might be me, beautiful but not knowing, but as of usually, the societal definition of what beautiful is creeps into my head and won't let go. Sometimes I actually feel beautiful, but reading others' posts about it does not help at all. At school they once had something called princess night. I didn't go, because all of those girls seem to have it all together. I know they don't, but they appear just fine. I don't want to listen to someone give some talk about being beautiful when those girls already are. So your hair is curly and you want it to be straight, big deal, there are bigger "beauty" issues. I suppose it is rather cruel of me to think this way, as my issues are probably nothing to many of these people, I realize this. We're all just one big mess, aren't we? But basically, those blogs with other women discussing their insecurities don't make me feel any more secure. Or understood. It shouldn't matter at all, and I know -- Stop.

*side note. I suppose I should be sleeping by the time the loud people come walking down the street, as happens so many nights after about 12:30...