Today I watched a show from the UK called “How to Look Good Naked” in which a young adorable gay man helped a young lovely woman realize she was in fact a young lovely woman. At the beginning of the show this lass stood in her skivvies looking into a three way mirror and crying because she saw nothing but something disgusting. It moved me to tears to think this poor gal could not even look at herself and for what? because someone else or a lot of someone elses had told her that she wasn’t the idea of beauty. A few scraps of clothing that fit her, some papering of the beauty kind and voila! she had the self confidence to pose naked and walk in a beauty show. Besides the usual anger at people who have so hurt that poor gal was the idea that my own self confidence has suffered some blows over the years with the last one still unrecovered from. I wasn’t just feeling her pain I was living it. A few scraps of cloth and some beauty treatments. Hmmmmm….
A friend of mine and I were having a conversation about attending a local event when she mentioned that I would have to get dressed up for this event. A moment of panic swept through me. What ?!? No. It would be like putting lipstick on a pig my mind said. A few scraps of cloth and some beauty treatments. Hmmmmm….
Why should someone else make the effort I am not? A few scraps of cloth and some beauty treatments. Hmmmmm….