Where Beauty Lies
May, 2007
By Trish Berg
It’s been said that beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. But in this world of huge physical standards and little forgiveness, I am usually left wondering how to fit in.
Even though my life is in black and white each and every week, and my headshot is at the top, when it comes to my looks - I’m a ball of insecurity wrapped in a blanket of fake-self confidence.
However, I have discovered over the last four years as I write and speak about my life to women everywhere that basically, we’re all the same. We’re women. Whether we’re a size 4 or 14. Whether we’re tall or short, thin or chubby. We never like how we look, and we always strive to look better.
And most of us don’t take enough time to pamper ourselves.
I’m a mom. No time to paint my nails, pluck my brows, or style my hair. Most of my shower time is spent rushing through trying desperately not to step on the My Little Ponies falling off the ledge as I shave my legs in record time and rinse my hair before the kids fight again or destroy the family room.
But this month was a big month for me. My first book was released, and I have several appearances and a photo shoot scheduled. That’s when two of my girlfriends booked a salon appointment and drug me there kicking and screaming for a morning of self-pampering.
Sitting in the swivel chair looking into that mirror was a bit nerve racking.
“Jill,” I said to the beautician, “Do you work well under pressure?”
“Why,” she asked.
“I have a photo shoot Tuesday and so if this new style bombs, I’m in trouble,” I whimpered.
“Well, it can’t get any worse,” Jill chuckled as she ran her fingers through my graying, grown out hair.
The next several hours were filled with shampoo, cut and colors, highlights and even eyebrow waxing, .the results of which drew a crowd of stylists and customers circling around my chair to ooooo and awwwww at the huge improvement to my face.
A new doo, a new me on the outside. Same old insecurities on the inside.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my day at the salon, and what amazing friends God has blessed me with.
There’s a line at the end of the movie Charlotte’s Web that keeps ringing in my ears.
Charlotte (the hideous spider) is about to die, and says to Wilbur (her best friend- the pig) “You made me your friend, and in doing so - you made me beautiful.”
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder –I guess I feel a lot like Charlotte most days-the hideous spider whose beauty comes from her friends.
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