I recently looked up the lyrics to the song “Beautiful” by Christina Aguilera. I did so as a reaction to a story about a social experiment Dove did recently about beauty being a choice. In the experiment, women were given the choice to go through a door marked “BEAUTIFUL" or a door marked “AVERAGE.” They were surprised to find out how many women actually chose to go through the “AVERAGE” door.
I know that at this time in my life, I would choose "BEAUTIFUL" because, even though a little part of me still screams, at me about how fat I am and about the red blotches from rosacea that I cover with makeup, I know that
I am the mother of two intelligent, articulate, creative, productive, strong, amazing, and yes, beautiful daughters. My eldest’s name actually means “beautiful.” My youngest’s name means “strength.” They both live up to both names. I’m so proud of the beauty that radiates out of them. They're beautiful in spirit - where it counts. I pray they see that in themselves, because it can’t be missed from this vantage point.
When I saw the Dove Experiment story on my friend’s Facebook timeline, I commented that I would walk right through the “BEAUTIFUL” door. I also stated that if my daughters ever hesitated, I would take them by the hand and walk with them through the door.
I strongly believe that no woman should ever feel she has to walk through the "AVERAGE" door. No woman is average. No human is average. We are all wonderfully created and each of us has our own unique part on this hunk of rock three over from the sun.
Let’s ignore the senseless mandates in the media about how big or small we should be, about what is the so-called appropriate thing to wear, about how much makeup we should – or should not – wear. We’re all in this together. Let’s build one another up. Let’s all walk through the “BEAUTIFUL” door.