Then Vs Now: My Morena Story
What is beauty if the brain is empty?
That’s what I always wrote when asked to fill-out an autograph’s or slam note’s section for DEFINE BEAUTIFUL. What a bitter try to answer it right? I don’t know about you but I was made to believe that being morena was not at all beautiful — back in the ’90s I saw tons of beauty ads with a mestiza in it.
Growing up I never believed that I am beautiful. With this photo here, would you? Hahaha
A photo of my 5 year-old self who’s trying to win a contest — it looks like a declamation but I forgot what type this is. This was taken back when “selfie” wasn’t even coined (maybe). Like having an awesome photo is far-fetched when not in a studio. But I in this photo don’t care, even if the one who captured this doesn’t have the best angle as well. I do not seem to have a slightest clue of the world I live in.
Fast forward to now, I am married, experienced two childbirths and another one on the way. Fortunate enough to have tried working both in a corporate setting and a home based one. However, things took its course and I now chose to be a SAHM. Parenting seminars? I love attending those as there’s no manual that comes along with motherhood. Being a mom for almost 6 years now, my patience increased by heaps and bounds. With all these, I can say that I grew wiser – I realized that being beautiful is more than a skin color, it’s more of what you are made of; values, confidence and the like. I have my own definition of “beauty” now. We all have, don’t we?
I think what I am trying to say is Christina Aguilera’s lyrics of “Beautiful” rings true.
Because really, I am (we are) beautiful in every single way and words/other else’s opinion should not bring us down.
Live and Love.