Every time I travel I face the usual dilemma...buy a new book or a magazine. How shall I fill my time? (especially considering I get delayed EVERY TIME I fly...) Since I had just finished "The Girl Who Played With Fire", I decided to buy a Vogue magazine to entertain me on my flight home from visiting family in Western New York.
After a few days of hating my whole body and wondering how anyone could spend $4000 on one of the outfits in the magazine, especially when the majority of my wardrobe could be replace with $100 and a quick trip to Target, I start to crawl out of my funk. I mean, I look good, sometimes, and when you take a blurry photo of me, you can hardly notice the blemishes and crooked eyebrows.
I didn't really feel beautiful again until Wednesday evening, while drawing. When I captured a warm hi-light on the models hip in my pastel drawing, I realized that those things - the perfect smile, mile-long legs, great hair - may be not part of who I am, but I am lucky enough to be able to Create beauty with a piece of pastel and a sheet of paper. My DNA may not have granted me Gwyneth's cheekbones, but I got my Aunt's incredible talent, and my great-grandfathers artistic eye. That. Is beautiful.
My outer beauty may not be picture-perfect, and I'll still spend my nights wondering if I can afford braces or a nose-job, but I know none of that can compare with being able to capture a beautiful figure, transforming a blank piece of paper into a Work of Art.