Beauty

Some of you may have heard of Diane Von Furstenberg but many of you probably have not. She is a world renowned fashion designer and made her claim to fame by perfecting the wrap dress. I read part of her biography some time back. Here is something she wrote on beauty that always stuck with me:

"But I didn't want to have a perm, I wanted to have straight, blonde hair and to be pretty. It took me a long time to realize that my childhood feelings of plainness and sometimes even ugliness actually gave me an advantage. The girls who were unanimously considered beautiful often rested on their beauty alone. I felt I had to do things, to be intelligent and develop a personality in order to be attractive. By the time I realized that maybe I wasn't plain and might even possibly be pretty, I had already strained myself to be a little more interesting and informed."

I think this struck a chord with me because growing up I never really felt like I was beautiful. I mean I had these horrendous bangs, I didn't dress like everyone else, and I didn't ever wear any makeup. It took me awhile to see that I could still be beautiful without being a stereotypical "beauty". So for many years I just made sure I excelled at everything else I did, whether it was sports, school, speech and debate, or just being a great friend and a fun person to be around. In the end I think it has really helped me. Recently with the help of the Lord and the support of my friends and family I have been able to be content in my own skin. I like who I am and I am proud of what I have been able to do and who I have been able to become.

On a side note: Today and tomorrow I have tryouts with Grace. Or practices that will function as tryouts for their soccer team. Basically everything is riding on this. I am fairly nervous so I would be very appreciative of any and all prayers. Thank you.

The Beginning

Well, here I am. I created a blog. *insert applause here*
As of right now it doesn't have a very specific purpose. But I will probably use it to post poetry that I have written, thoughts on life (so stereotypical, I know), growth in my spiritual life, to show off some of my designs, or possibly to give you all some style tips. ;)

I chose my blog's name from a poem by Emily Dickinson. Which will now become the body of this post.

I would not paint a picture.
I'd rather be the one
Its bright impossibility
To dwell delicious on,
And wonder how the fingers feel
Whose rare celestial stir
Evokes so sweet a torment,
Such sumptuous despair.

I would not talk like cornets.
I'd rather be the one
Raised softly to horizons
And out, and easy on
Through villages of ether,
Myself endued balloon
By but a lip of metal,
The pier to my pontoon.

Nor would I be a poet.
It's finer own the ear,
Enamored, impotent, content
The license to revere-
A privilege so awful
What would the dower be
Had I the art to stun myself
With bolts of melody!