I'm one of those people who shared this video from Dove yesterday.
And I'm one of the people who loved it.
Then today I saw several of my friends share this post on my Facebook news feed:
Why Dove's Real Beauty Video Makes Me ...
And I get it.
Some of it.
But I don't agree.
First of all, I'm confused and I truly think we were watching different videos.
We were feeling different videos, at the very least.
This article stresses that the focus was on white women. White, blonde, thin women.
That's not what I saw.
I saw women of different skin color, different hair color, different body types, and different personalities. And I saw them see themselves a certain way.
And then I saw the way they were depicted after strangers met them and described them.
And what I saw? What I heard and what I felt? Was that their true beauty, their personalities and the way that they are? Shines through.
I look in the mirror and see my blemishes.
My friends tell me I have flawless skin.
I see the laugh lines around my eyes.
My daughter loves my laugh.
I see my weight, front and center.
People who meet me? They see me as me.
And sometimes after I realize what others see? I can see it, too.
I can look again and see my father's cheeks. High. Round.
Cheeks that pop and make my eyes crinkle when I smile.
I can see the freckles that might spatter across my nose when the sun shines.
The blonde that shows up in my hair on a random July day.
I see a stomach that held a baby. Breasts that nourished her.
Thighs that stand strong. That help me learn to run.
These people who meet me might not see all of these things. And they might never say what they do or don't see. But for certain they see the beauty that is me. The beauty that shines from within.
Because that beauty makes me who I am.
And that is what I believe Dove is reminding us here.
I believe Dove is saying that, freckled or not, tall or short, thin or heavy, blonde, brunette, redhead ... we are who we are. And sometimes we need to stop and remind ourselves to stop focusing on those flaws we think we see. The ones we feel are automatically there. Front and center.
And remind ourselves that the person we're just meeting? We're not introducing them to the girl who sat in the corner at the college mixer, or the one who puts herself last. We're not that girl who measures everything about herself against the numbers on a scale.
We're showing them the woman who looks out for herself.
We don't need to be that girl anymore. We need to be ourselves and truly know it and feel it and show it and recognize it and see what other people see.
And THAT is what this video was saying to me.
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe someone else is. I just needed to get this out there. I needed to Pour My Heart Out tonight. Just because.
* I was not in any way compensated by Dove for this post. At all. But if they want a blogger to work for them I'd be more than happy to take their call.