How Do I Look?
This post originally appeared on Anywhere There’s an Airport
Right leg – then left leg – always the right one first.
Slip them on. Yep, still fit.
Blow dry – make-up – jewelry.
How do I look?
I have never been one that needs to hear it from others. It’s really my own voice that will always be the most critical.
This is what happens every time I return to the States.
21 days in Africa will take the vanity out of anyone! Covered in sweat for 23 out of the 24 daily hours. Being seen for your contribution verses your complexion. I’ll take it.
I distinctly remember being annoyed my first morning back.
Awake – shower – dress – the office is waiting. And… How do I look?
My European life is a far cry from that Kenyan village.
But my reaction when I land back in the States is strikingly similar.
In Madrid I wake – shower – dress – just the same. I take care of myself and take care to look pretty – just the same. I am sure someone appreciates it.
But it feels different. I am more self accepting.
Maybe it’s being the States, the place where I developed all ideas of self image. The good and the bad.
Maybe it speaks to American culture.
All I know is, it’s annoying as hell! Yes, I mean that with all the irritating emotion that that statements implies.
What’s true is, I am just the same as I was a week ago, walking in Madrid.
I am just as charming and lovely, just as smart, and definitely just as pretty. Say it for yourself it just feels good!
We should all be more like Jessica