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This iReport is part of an assignment:
What does beauty mean to you? |
Beauty: Real and Imagined
The assignment starts by defining beauty, of what does it mean to me.
It means a lot of things to me, real and imagined. There is beauty of melody in children's screams and laughter. There is beauty of compassion in times of disaster amongst victims and rescuers. There is so much beauty of a newly born baby in her mother's arms, the beauty of hope, of tomorrow and of dreams to be fulfilled. There is enduring love and beauty in an old couple's embrace, a testimony of having weathered all the storms of life. There is beauty in pain and in forgiveness, we may be scarred for life but that makes our journey more meaningful as we try to find healing and understanding of why some things needed to happen. There is beauty in diversity, where acceptance and respect play vital roles. And if you are in a busy street, where people are walking from all directions and buildings are chasing and rising up high, if you can just lift your head, you can see the beauty of massive cotton candies sprinkled of different hues of blues up in the sky!
Part of the assignment is about defining insecurity as well, of what is my biggest insecurity in life. It is not about the size of my chest or my waist, not about my hair or my legs. I'm quitely secure about that physical aspect of myself, I'm comfortable with how I look and I am at peace with my body. My biggest insecurity is more about knowing that I am not enough, that no matter what I do, I'd ended up not being enough. With this thought, this leads me to a vast of options and opportunities of making myself better each time, of making myself worthy of being enough... I don't know if this makes sense but that's what insecurity is about to me, wanting and wishing so much to be everything to someone, being enough, but perhaps it will be just like that, just wishful thinking.
The assignment ends with the question of how do I appreciate beauty in other people. I see beauty in people who are brave enough to admit that it is sometimes too tempting to wish they were someone else but they would rather remain happy just the way they are and the way they have been blessed with this thing they call life.
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