“I saw beautiful women, and when I talked to them more, I saw that they didn’t think they were; and that’s so sad.”
Hi. My name is Kaitlin Elizabeth Ostrowski, and sometimes I think I’m ugly.
It’s usually on those days when, you know, I’m trying to squeeze into my freshly washed skinnies after eating one too many cupcakes the night before, or when I wake up to a zit the size of Mars on my face, or when I say something completely off the wall in a job interview. It’s as if these experiences form and dictate my opinion of myself.
We weren’t taught to think we’re beautiful. And I’m not talking about the Regina George type of beauty. I’m talking about beauty — the type of beauty that shines and seeps from a woman’s core, the type of beauty that reveals itself in eyes and words and a kind touch.
Ever since we were young, we’ve been forcefed a heavy dose of ‘what to wear’, ‘what to look like or not look like’, ‘what’s cool or not cool’, ‘what’s trendy or out of style.’ We became imprisoned by unreachable standards, always trying to look like the super hot chick on the cover of Cosmo; or crying over the fact we couldn’t afford Regina George’s latest trend-setting sweater. Thankfully, these standards are starting to be combated.
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When I saw this Dove Real Beauty video, I wanted to simultaneously scream GIRL POWER from the rooftops and cry for every girl, teen, and woman who’s ever felt as the women in this video felt. My heart broke for the woman [at 1:55] who was staring at her description of herself next to what others said she looked like. It was as though she realized for the first time in her life that she was beautiful. She is 40 years old.
We need to not focus on what we don’t have. When we focus on what we don’t have we end up looking heavy and burdened. When we accept and embrace the good and beautiful in ourselves, we appear light and free and happy; our beauty then shines from our pores and inspires others to accept their true, inner beauty.
My name is Kaitlin Elizabeth Ostrowski, and I pledge to accept my beauty.