Today I read a post on one of my favorite blogs, NieNie Dialogues. I’ve been reading her blog for about two years now. It’s a typical “Mormon Mommy blog” except for one thing: almost a year ago she and her husband were in a plane crash and were severely burned, NieNie on most of her body. They both survived and she continues to blog.
Her post today is about how she is feeling sorry for herself because she used to look so beautiful and now her skin is scarred from the burns. I was struck by this post, I thought, “How many women in their 20’s hate their skin when in fact their skin is perfectly lovely?” I’m afraid the answer is, most of them. I hope the women reading NieNie’s blog realize how thankful they ought to be for their healthy skin. Even NieNie herself, though she is (understandably!) struggling because she looks like a completely different person, and people stare at her, and her kids were afraid of her at first, probably realizes that her skin is one reason why she is still alive today. It is what protected her body from the fire. We should all be greatful that we have skin that protects us, and even more so if it looks nice.
I checked out a few magazines from the library a while ago, including Martha Stewart Living and Real Simple. Both were, of course, about 75% ads, and most of those ads said things like “fight against aging” and were just obsessed with facial skin and how keeping it looking impossibly smooth and dewey would not be so impossible if you would only buy X product (ranging in price from $ to $$$). It was really disturbing to me, probably because I never watch TV and haven’t read a magazine like that in months.
It is such a waste of time, money, thought, it’s bad for your spirit, it’s bad for your heart to hate your body like those ads suggest you should. They claim loving your skin means obsessing over it, when actually that probably just breeds more dissatisfaction.
My philosophy is, I look better now than I am ever going to in the future (as I age, have babies, gain weight, etc) so I might as well enjoy how I look or I’ll be kicking myself in ten years, twenty years, wishing I still looked that good.






