I’ll give you pretty.
October 26, 2010 | 1 CommentI remember when I was 8 or 9 years old, lying on the floor of my bedroom, begging, pleading, gripping an arm to pull an invisible his ear toward me to say, Please. Make. Me. Pretty. Please. Pretty. Please. Lying there, thinking oh no, what if I’m not, what if I’m not? I don’t know where all this came from–from the ether, I suppose, the TV, the movies, music, all the venues where beautiful women were exalted, showered with love, wealth, power. Power. Power comes from beauty–for women. Now, with age, is power lost or can it finally be discovered?
Power granted isn’t actually power, is it? Power assumed, is.
Do you feel powerful today? Powerfully genuine, that is. Open. Fearless. Unapologetically passionate. Protecting and radiating your brilliance and tenderness with the power of a hundred thousand suns…that kind of power.
Turn on the pilot. Light a match. Drop it. Go. Assume the power.
PS Thanks to Danielle LaPorte and Susannah Conway for hipping me to this clip.
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Wow. Powerful! What woman wouldn’t reflect with resentment on how she has related to her “market value” after watching this? Even if your parents don’t push the value of beauty–and mine didn’t–it’s inevitable, and maddening. And certainly a familiar argument to women who went through the round of feminism of the 70s.
And yet…can you avoid treading in these waters if you want to be seen and loved? You’d be a blind girl not to notice that the boys are flirting more with your friend than with you (or vice versa), or an unconscious middle aged woman not to notice that you seem to have donned a cloak of invisibility. You can’t not care, can you? We’re social animals. And would you be fully feminine if you didn’t want to be appreciated for your beauty?