Different is Beautiful

Imperfect lupin with raindrops

Some time ago I wrote a post about beautiful imperfections. Recently, my thoughts are travelling along a similar path.

There are some fairly well-defined traditional ideas about what is beautiful: blondeness, being thin with big boobs, sunny days, lush green grass, orange sunsets, spotless cars, rhyming words, clear skin, a straight nose, big blossoming flowers, manicured lawns, copperplate handwriting, the list is endless.

But, as I look out of my kitchen window, my lawn is sprouting dandelions, the veg patch is weed-filled, it’s rained and the lupins are bedraggled. And me? I’m skinny with zero boobs, dirty brownish curly hair that tends to frizz, freckles, and massive calves, I talk too much, judge too easily, say the wrong thing and hide how hurt I can be.

However, my garden is beautiful to me. The bees are happy, the birds are hopping about and the raindrops on leaves sparkle to my eyes. The grey, cool weather provided me with a lovely run, cool and much more enjoyable than in the glaring sun.

So today, I’m reflecting on the positives that don’t fit traditional ideas about beauty and perfection. Those differences are beautiful too.

I love my curls and my freckles. I’m loyal and forthright and fierce when I need to be. Those are good things on the flip side.

Tell me how you are differently beautiful, celebrate yourself.

18 thoughts on “Different is Beautiful

  1. Love it, love it, LOVE IT!! Beauty is everywhere – literally. Today I walked passed the corner shop at the end of our road. The exterior is a little run down and often undesirables – lairy louts hang around outside, smoking or talking very loudly. It doesn’t always feel quite as safe as it should. But today I walked passed and the owner was sat outside on a crate, basking in the sun, and his employee (a very old man but one you could tell had grafted hard all his life) came out to join him. He pulled out his cigarettes and sat down in the doorway. For a split second the sun shone down on the two men and their shop – the corner shop that has been there for all my life, that has supplied us with last minute milk and chocolates at 10pm, and kept us going through out the pandemic. It looked so beautiful and picturesque – like something out of a quiet Italian village. It was quite the moment and I thought to myself, the lairy louts are our louts, they live here, it’s their neighbourhood and this shop is our shop, it serves everyone in the community. It was a beautiful thought xxx

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  2. What a lovely post on positivity! I like my big hips and I appreciate my height even though I’m not supermodel tall. I think I’m just at the right height. Beautiful just the way I am.

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  3. Love this post. I love that you embrace yourself, you are you, different and beautiful in your own way. I’ve lived my childhood hating my hair, legs and dimples in my cheeks. But now, I’ve embraced me. What makes me different from others makes me unique. My legs are beautiful, my dimples makes my smile even more attractive, my hair is dark and shiny. Now I’m free accepting who I am. Thanks for this wonderful post

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  4. I love this beautiful post! I eschew most expectations for feminine grooming and I’m too outspoken for many people’s taste. That’s fine with me 💪 Thanks for creating this space to celebrate our differences!

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  5. This post is beautiful. You can find beauty in everything.

    This might be a little rambly, but I spent my teens hating my eyebrows. They were too ‘bushy’, too thick. I would pluck the life out of them until they resembled what the world deemed as beautiful. Now, I don’t pluck them to an inch of their life. Instead, they are bushy and beautiful. Every time I look at them, I remember that they make me look like my mum, and I don’t think of her as anything other than beautiful, so why should I see mine any other way.

    We are all different; we are all beautiful. Thank you for sharing this post; it genuinely made me smile. 💜

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  6. I spent my youth hating how I looked and I see now all these years later how sad it was to miss out on loving myself and enjoying life. It’s so freeing now to know that different is beautiful and that we don’t need to buy into what society/the beauty industry is trying to see us as beautiful. Fab post!

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