Last night my wonderful mother was energetically describing her weekend, and mentioned a conversation with my Aunt Josanne (known to all as Aunt Sissy, pronounced CHO-SAN by my southern accented mother). She makes me laugh. Anyways, my aunt heard I was planning to attend cosmetology school soon and she said, "Oh but Heather could be anything...why not be a doctor?!" I'm poorly quoting and I mean no offense by the quote. Little do people know my shins ache when medical procedures are spoken of in length. But my mom explained to her it was something I would be good at it and it is something I want to do.
But why is it something I want to do?
I contemplated such as I was putting rollers in my hair and thinking "I hate periods, I hate being female, I hate feeling bloated/fat"...then the thoughts progressed to completely pathetic and full of self pity. So to adjust my train of thought I started to think of things I liked about my body. I thought, well at least I'm not ugly. To make myself feel better, petty I know, I tried to think of traits that are ugly or that I would be ungrateful to have. I couldn't think of any. I thought big nose, then said oh well sewinsew looks pretty foxy and his/her nose is kinda big...then I thought of a few other things people might hate about themselves and couldn't think of ANYONE and put them in the "ugly" category. Decision? There is no such thing as ugly. Heavenly Father knows it, your mom knows it, and I'm pretty certain of it. Then I started thinking of EVERYONE I've ever known and the only people I think are ugly were mean jerks. And even they have physical attractiveness that is noticeable.
Blessing in disguise. You're sexy, and I know it. Maybe not sexy, but you sure are pretty.
So how does this lead to beauty school? I want to make everyone feel beautiful because they are. After doing someone's hair and makeup, they might see the same things I do. Maybe, they'll appreciate the natural beauty they have.
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