This last weekend was probably one of the best weekends that I’ve had in a while. I was invited to celebrate the wedding of one of my favorite couples in the world, Greg and Jess. Every now and then I think about what my Bridezilla of a wedding would end up being like, but this one topped every thought and Pinterest idea that I’ve had. I usually don’t describe things as “perfect”, but Saturday was as close to perfect as possible.
It’s amazing to see two people devote themselves to one another. So much love and warmth all around. I’m pretty sure that I had a permanent smile glued to my face Friday through Sunday. Putting the wedding aside, I got to spend the weekend with a group of friends that I don’t get to see that often anymore.I love reminiscing on old times, all while building new laughs and memories. I really do have some of the greatest friends, and after recalling it, some of the best college years I could have asked for.
Saturday morning we woke up after a night of catching up, and all got prepared for the day’s festivities ahead. Dresses, heels, the hair, makeup, suits, and ties all around. Of course there was only one dress that we really cared about…the white one! ;) The ceremony was in a cute little courtyard adorned with glasses of champagne for guests, flowers, and all white chairs lined up. The day was gorgeous; sunny with very few clouds in the sky. Music started to play, and the bridesmaids guided by the groomsmen took the stage. Finally we saw the main couple. Speechless.
The ceremony was followed by a cocktail hour and reception… with open bar I might add. We partied the night away, and knowing the group of friends that were there, we definitely made every second count.
Everything took my breathe away. The only thing that kept running through my head was , “This is beautiful.” Everything was just, beautiful. I posted a few pictures of myself and friends while the day was going on, and people started commenting about my dress. It was “beautiful”, “stunning”, “gorgeous”. I was feeling extremely flattered.
Earlier that day, before we left the hotel room, I caught myself doubting my outfit choice ans saying how much I hated my dress. I did, however, start to feel better once I heard other people telling me that I looked great and that my dress looked amazing on me. Why didn’t I automatically trust my own judgement when I bought the dress for the occasion? Why did I need that validation from others that I looked beautiful? I always preach about how important it is to love yourself and to be who you are without worrying about what others think. I’m 24 years old… you would think that I would at least follow my own advice by now, right?
Some days I could walk out the door feeling “beautiful” and like a million bucks. Other days I don’t even want to make eye contact with anyone. For some reason I’m stuck on the stereotypical definition of beauty. Too many attribute beauty to just physical things, the outside. It’s cliche, I know, but it’s the damn truth. We’re surrounded by it every day. I guess I don’t believe in my own beauty because I’m too focused on my outside. There’s always something to be improved whether it be a battle with my body image, hatred of my crazy curly hair, or how I can’t stand the current fashions in my closet. That’s all on the outside, and I know no matter what changes I make to it, I will never be satisfied. I will never feel beautiful every second of the day until I focus on just me. Rachel.
Beauty is everywhere.
Beauty is the sunrise and sunset of every day.
Beauty is the changing of Summer in to Autumn.
Beauty is that stupid little laugh that you that you hate.
Beauty is that crinkle next to your eyes when you smile.
Beauty is that space between your teeth that you wish you didn’t have.
Beauty is that person who isn’t afraid to stand out and be stared at because he or she looks different.
Beauty is the motivation that someone has to reach their goals no matter how big or small.
Beauty is paying for the person in front of you who was a little short of change.
Beauty is the love of two people on their wedding day.
Beauty is a good taste in music that you can get lost in.
Beauty is being selfless.
Beauty is inspiration.
Beauty is the person who accepts and flaunts their natural curves.
Beauty is the person at the gym dedicated to a healthy and fit lifestyle.
Beauty is the person in the hospital battling an illness or disease, mental or physical, because he or she is strong.
Beauty is remembrance of those who could not battle any longer.
Beauty is confidence.
Beauty is being proud.
Beauty is a clear sky at night.
Beauty is being charismatic, and being able to make other people laugh.
Beauty is family.
Beauty is… everywhere. All you have to do is actually take notice to it.
To me, everything that we do takes practice, especially with training the way that we think about things. Accepting myself with how I look on the outside takes practice. Accepting who I am on the inside takes practice. Accepting others inside and out takes practice. This world is unfortunately full of judgement, and I am definitely guilty of that as well. Not judging takes practice. Keep practicing.