So, I don’t know you. Or maybe I do. Maybe you’re a regular reader or perhaps you found yourself landing on this blog post thanks to the magical world of Google (or Bing. Whatever. I don’t judge). I don’t know you. I don’t know your age or gender. I don’t know where you are on your journey. Perhaps you have just started, taken those first steps to completely changing your life. Perhaps you have been at this for awhile now and have found your groove. Or you could be at the end, have already hit goal and are tackling the beast of maintenance. Maybe weight has never been an issue for you and you’re just working on getting fit and healthy.
Or maybe, just maybe, you’re right on the edge of beginning. You know you need to. You know you want to. You just need that little extra push. That magic moment to set you off on the journey of your lifetime.
Regardless of who you are or how you happened to be reading this blog, I have something to tell you. A secret, if you will. It’s something I’ve been wanting to say for awhile now I’ve just been struggling with the right wording. But I have it now, so come on, lean in close.
Here it goes:
You are beautiful. You are loved.
You are utterly and completely flawless exactly as you are.
Notice I didn’t say perfect. Nobody is perfect. They don’t even talk about perfect diamonds. Instead, diamonds are graded on a scale of flaws, with the highest grade being flawless.
But wait, you’re probably saying. Everybody has flaws. Even diamonds, like you just said. So how can we be flawless?
What are flaws, though, and why are they necessarily bad? Even a diamond with some flaws is still a fucking diamond, right?
Those tiny imperfections you hate about yourself? They aren’t imperfections. Those are the layered facets of your personality that make you who you are. They are cut and shaped with every action you take, every word you speak. Those facets need care not neglect. They need to be polished and buffed and treated well to sparkle and shine. So don’t hate those “imperfections,” love and embrace them and realize they are what make you beautiful and unique.
Just as there is no perfect diamond, there also isn’t an ideal standard. In that way, diamonds are kind of like people. Maybe you’re a 1 carat princess cut canary diamond. Or you could be a 1/2 carat oval white diamond. The combinations are absolutely endless and each diamond is beautiful in its own special way. Kind of like each of us.
And before you start thinking that your current state isn’t enough and you should try and work on being the biggest, baddest, most expensive diamond out there, allow me to gently remind you about the Hope Diamond. Oh, sure, it’s gorgeous and huge and an absolutely stunning specimen but it also carries an air of mystery and is reputed to be cursed. So next time you start thinking you aren’t enough, just remember that at least you don’t come with any crazy superstitions.
The thing about diamonds is that no matter the cut or color or caret or any of that, people want them. People lust and fight and die over them (hence the term blood diamond). The diamond doesn’t even have to do anything, either. It just has to hang out, being all diamondy, and this shit happens and people go crazy. A diamond doesn’t tell itself to sparkle or shine, it does it naturally. It doesn’t have to say “Pick me! Pick me!” because it knows people are going to pick it anyway just because it’s a fucking diamond.
A diamond does not need to tell itself to be fierce and fabulous because it knows it already is fierce and fabulous all on its own. It doesn’t have to become anything because it’s already everything it needs to be.
And that, ladies and gents, is what you need to do. You need to unleash your inner diamond. You don’t need to do anything special to sparkle or garner attention or get people to notice you. Just do what you’re doing right now. Just be your gorgeous flawless self. Embrace the quirks, the imperfections. Blind ’em, baby, with your sparkle and shine.
Of course, there will be people who don’t get your sheer level of awesome. Not a big deal, happens to all of us. From both sides of the issue. Like, personally I could never do a pear shape. It’s just not me. I’m still able to recognize it as a lovely diamond but it’s just not my own personal style. Likewise, my “imperfections” might be someone else’s pear shape. I’m just not their style.
And that’s okay.
Because give me an Emerald cut and I’ll be yours forever. Look, not everyone is going to like you. But, more to the point, not everyone has to like you. There’s no rule out there that says everyone has to like and love and be attracted to everyone else. That’s not how it works. Not everyone has to think you are fabulous and we can’t get mad at them for that because there are probably people out there you don’t think are fabulous.
So the pear shape? It doesn’t give a flying fuck what I think about it because it knows there are people out there who do think it’s fabulous. And those are the people it surrounds itself with. It knows it is awesome just for being exactly what it is and doesn’t worry about those who don’t like it.
Yes, there are probably things you would like to change about yourself, just remember to come from a place of care, not neglect. Love, not hate. Take pride in your work and polish and buff those areas until they glitter. I mean, that diamond might not be flawless grade or have the best clarity and it knows there are those with a different preference, but that pear shape owns itself, knowing there are people out there who will love it and want it exactly as it is.
Because it’s a fucking diamond.
And so are you.
If you haven’t joined the What’s Beautiful page yet, there is still time! Set a goal and go out and get after it and help Under Armour redefine the female athlete.
Love from the ashes,