I don’t think that I want to be beautiful… or pretty.
I want to be a handsome woman… Do you know the type I mean? Not particularly pretty, but attractive… how I stand and walk and hold myself… attractive like that.
I think there is too much, ummm oh I don’t know… pressure I guess, when you are beautiful.
I don’t want to feel I have to make up and dress up to be attractive.
I want it to be how I smile and how I look at people… how I talk and what I say.
Just like Maya Angelou said… "It's in the arch of my back. The sun of my smile. The ride of my breasts. The grace of my style." I want to be a phenomenal woman
. I want to be known for my passion for life… my spice and wit… Even the funny way I wrinkle my nose when I laugh.I want people to say … "Oh she gets sharper with age." Not notice each new wrinkle as a flaw.
I am going to embrace my wrinkles… I have earned them! I don’t want to be in fear that they will take away from my "beauty"… I expect them to add to it.
I want to shine on the inside… not the out. And that is what I want others to see.