Oh, and when I was growing up, for many years I wished I were Asian. Or Native American. Or Black. I wanted to be cool -- I wanted to be different -- I wanted to look exotic.
When I braided my hair in little braids, I wished it was jet black. I hated being blonde. I hated people assuming I was a sweet and innocent little child because I was blonde with blue eyes. So I became an outspoken rebel and proved I had a mind behind the cute little face.
My hair is so limp and boring. Sometimes it's a little wavy. It has no character. My nose is pointy and juts out from my face. I have a strong jawline, but little teeth. At least, that's how I feel.
Sometimes I still wish that I were Asian, or Black, or of some other beautiful "ethnic" group. Because in America, there's no such thing as an "ethnic" white person. God, I hate the idea of race at all.
Just looking at me, you couldn't tell I'm actually 1/8 Cherokee and 1/32 Black.
Before all this categorization, I wanted black hair, brown skin (or like the Crayola color of burnt sienna), green almond-shaped eyes, full lips, a button nose, and ears with attached lobes. (Yeah, I'm weird.)
But hey, if Allister and I are lucky, maybe our kids will look a little like that. *grins*
But, to put it simply, I think you are absolutely gorgeous. We all just need to recognize our own individual beauty and emphasize the best parts. You're lucky because you don't even need makeup. With a little eye-liner and lip-gloss, you'd be ready to go out on the town and dance the night away and be absolutely stunning doing it.
Sorry to ramble like that... I just like talking about these things. I think people are so beautiful. I love how there is so much variety to God's humans. He made them all so different, but with enough similarities that they are really all the same. Eyes, nose, mouth, arms, legs... But just a little change of angles or length in one part, and biology and physics change for the entire body. I love it! (I'm an artist.)
Barbie drove me nuts. Her hands don't freakin' reach past the top of her head!
When I braided my hair in little braids, I wished it was jet black. I hated being blonde. I hated people assuming I was a sweet and innocent little child because I was blonde with blue eyes. So I became an outspoken rebel and proved I had a mind behind the cute little face.
My hair is so limp and boring. Sometimes it's a little wavy. It has no character. My nose is pointy and juts out from my face. I have a strong jawline, but little teeth. At least, that's how I feel.
Sometimes I still wish that I were Asian, or Black, or of some other beautiful "ethnic" group. Because in America, there's no such thing as an "ethnic" white person. God, I hate the idea of race at all.
Just looking at me, you couldn't tell I'm actually 1/8 Cherokee and 1/32 Black.
Before all this categorization, I wanted black hair, brown skin (or like the Crayola color of burnt sienna), green almond-shaped eyes, full lips, a button nose, and ears with attached lobes. (Yeah, I'm weird.)
But hey, if Allister and I are lucky, maybe our kids will look a little like that. *grins*
But, to put it simply, I think you are absolutely gorgeous. We all just need to recognize our own individual beauty and emphasize the best parts. You're lucky because you don't even need makeup. With a little eye-liner and lip-gloss, you'd be ready to go out on the town and dance the night away and be absolutely stunning doing it.
Sorry to ramble like that... I just like talking about these things. I think people are so beautiful. I love how there is so much variety to God's humans. He made them all so different, but with enough similarities that they are really all the same. Eyes, nose, mouth, arms, legs... But just a little change of angles or length in one part, and biology and physics change for the entire body. I love it! (I'm an artist.)
Barbie drove me nuts. Her hands don't freakin' reach past the top of her head!
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