“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” My love told me when I overstuffed myself with pork chops, Vietnamese pancakes and beet soup made by my sister for dinner. No matter how unladylike and disgusted I feel, he would look at me with the same look as when we first met. When I am bloated a week before my period starts, and even the saving grace yoga pants would make me look like a walking sausage, my friends would tell me I have no fat to loose. Yet, I still believe in that cloud above my head, and when I don’t want to believe, the cloud would make me pinch my stomach to feel a roll of fat, or it would make me lie on my side to see the fat all sagging on the side. That damn cloud knows exactly how to take me down.
Luckily, there are sunny days like today where the cloud is nowhere to be found. On a sunny day, I would start with my Amazon’s playlist of loud and amazing Latin music. I would walk to my closet and grab a long flowy dress with no fear of my short legs and torso. I would put on my make up and put my hair in a messy bun. I would look at myself in the mirror, and I would say to myself, “Damn, you are hot.” Sunny days are great days. Yet, the danger of sunny days is that sometimes there is a mist in the air. The goal is not to let the mist get you. The midst came in to my closet today and whispered in my ears “take a picture and post it on Instagram, if noone sees you and acknowledge your hotness, that means this never happens.” Then I would look in the mirror and began to negotiate. Should I let others tell me how I look, or should I just keep on feeling incredible and not having to share? How did the beautiful women generations before me do it without the internet and social media to show all of their sunny days?
Today, I slapped that stupid midst and made it disappeared. No one, meaning me, care if anyone sees that I’m beautiful. No one, me, needs to record the beautiful moments in case when I am old and saggy and I would be able to look back and remember how beautiful I was. No one, me, needs confirmation from anyone but my own eyes, the eyes of the beholder.
When I read this journal entry in the future, I bet I would laugh and would think to myself how silly I was to even have to face so many challenge just to realize how acceptable I am to myself. Yet, today, it feels real. Unfortunately, I also know so many women who carry the cloud and the midst with them more often than they should. I want you all to know, you are not alone, you are not stupid, you are not weak for having a cloud and a midst. The trick to get sunny days is to know you have the sun within yourself. That is the hard part. Once you carry the sun in your heart, no cloud or midst can exist. How I found my sun is by surrounding myself with the beholders whose eyes always see me as beautiful, smart, crazy, fun, and everything else wonderful. One of those eyes also belong to me.
To all the brides who are now at the stage of prepping for their wedding day: selecting make up artists, wedding hair salons, wedding dress shopping. Remember you are beautiful, and no matter what cloud or midst appear during this process, remember whose eyes are watching you on your wedding day. He/She is going to truly see you as the most beautiful person in that room. Period. Be kind to yourself and harness the power of the sun.