I know I keep reiterating that my blog is real, raw, honest and everything that the digital world doesn’t quite adhere to. Odd. I know as it my job. Perhaps that is why i see it for what it really is… and whilst my writing and grammar is completely imperfect on my blog ( OCD I am with clients),
I write as if pen in hand, straight from the heart, sometimes it is emotional, sometimes funny and others just what I love.
I write these posts in the hopes someone can relate to them, that they can and will encourage. In a world where people look perfect and lead perfect lives …. antonym right there. I see more and more girls and boys alike struggling to keep up with this false idea of perfection. Suicides at 9 years old, how devastating – society and social media; what have you done?
Ok, So enough of me blabbing, I guess I should get to the point of this post.
It’s a little more on that legend, the one who beat terminal cancer against all odds countless times, my hero and muse – the girl I get to call my best friend and sister. Debbie Lee Bayvel.
I look back at all I have written on my incredible sister and it is all about her bravery and courage. Strength and determination over 32 years. Her Faith and her faithfulness and of course her fighting spirit and never give up attitude. She has a story of bravery like no other and yet; what I never delve in to and as a lady who will go out in pajamas to the petrol station or grocery store, I still love being manicured, having my hair perfect and looking good – if I don’t feel good, sometimes I won’t enjoy my time out. Self conscious, its become what society dictates and we accept it. Perfection or nothing.
And then I wake up and SEE Deb’s (well after living with her for so long, I only see her beauty and bravery – I really do) But I am still astonished at THE MOST astounding bravery of the girl I live with, and what she accepts when she looks in a mirror. Imperfection. Scars over most of her body, lack of hair that will never grow back, gouges of muscle and tissue out of her tiny back and legs for skin grafts, a limp from a tumour removal on her pelvis and countless reconstructive operations, for purpose – not pretty.
AND yet my sister is absolutely magnificent and I hold no bias. She really is.
I wrote this post not only to let you know Debs’is so brave in yet another way, but rather as we live in a time where looks are sadly, practically everything. I was there, I went through it. Wanting botox and every lifting, anti-aging, filling cream and potion I could find. It was short lived as I have never been less happy with ME in my life. I now believe in growing old gracefully, embracing the laugh lines, loving me for me inside not out. Deb’s your influence has been the inspiration for that. And, I am happy – how can I not be with I am created by the most perfect Creator ever. How can i betray his love of what He made me, by wanting to be something else?
And so, to the young girls, the middle aged and sadly not limited to girls. I am not saying don’t take care of you – always do. Be the best possible REAL you. JUST ALWAYS, ALWAYS REMEMBER, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AS YOU ARE. YOU ARE PERFECT. YOU ARE WONDERFUL YOU ARE A REFLECTION OF THE MOST PERFECT PERSON EVER, YOUR CREATOR UP ABOVE.
PLEASE, stop scrolling through Instagram and Facebook and craving botox, and fillers, vampire facials, face lifts, false lashes and lips. DON’T let anyone bully another for their external appearance – you may save a life.
Start by looking on the inside. helping others, finding YOUR purpose, your confidence, and everything good and beautiful about who you are.
I can promise you this, one day you will wake up and look in the mirror and love that reflection – cellulite and all. One day you will look in the mirror and see a glow from true happiness – that only comes from being YOU. One day you will notice that just as I do not see my sisters ‘flaws’no-one will see yours, as your confidence and inner strength will hide any imperfection you might have.
And every-time that craving to be a fake perfect starts, watch this video AND REMEMBER YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.
Love Always and A Day
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My “beauty regime” is getting a shower and shaving. I don’t mind the shower but shaving every morning is not fun but neither is a beard. Also, I need more beauty sleep.