Volume 34: Missed Step
By Gracie Smith
I saw a meme the other day of the “Kids Today vs. Me” and the picture depicted perfectly what it was like back in the 80’s and 90’s. We all had big hair, massive thick rimmed glasses, clothes that had elastic cuffs and a fluffy kitten picture on our sweaters with a 3D collar that you could tie yourself. Yeah, we were cool. There wasn’t frosted hair, makeup, fake nails or skin tight clothes like we put on children in today’s society. We were allowed to be young, more innocent and a whole lot more awkward.
In today’s society, from what I’ve seen, it is all about perfection or the image of perfection. Their own world could be falling apart, but if our clothes are hott and our lips are plump, then the world will never know. This perception of perfection is so much of a necessity that our children have to look GQ worthy before they step out of the house. Naturally we all want others to be more drawn to us, that is human nature to be included and liked, but I feel like we are missing a crucial awkward stage of growing when we cater to the ideal of humans being perfect. Not to mention setting them up for a HUGE reality shock when they realize NOTHING in life is perfect. Granted, this was not everyone’s reality, but according to social media and advertisement terms, it is a reality that they imply that we should strive for. Sorry if this hits a nerve, but hear me out.
As a kid, I rolled out of bed with my eyelids still glued shut, hair disheveled and it was a fifty-fifty shot that I had brushed my teeth, because it was too early to function. I had no concept of trying to impress people, because I was drawn to people’s personality rather than their latest outfit and I knew my friends were the same way. In most cases we looked haggard at the end of the day after playing so hard anyway, that it didn’t really matter what we started with.
It wasn’t until middle school that I started mentally maturing and attempted to look cool, even though I was not. I was the awkward x-files and aliens kind. I didn’t wear makeup until I was seventeen, because I wanted people to truly see me. I had no clue how to use a curling iron and my favorite clothes were my mama’s baggy sweaters. Yet, puberty and mother nature decided to grace me with braces, pimples and boobs, none of which were desired. I didn’t find out boobs were amazing until high school. They mostly got in the way and made it even more awkward when we had to run the mile. For me, this awkward stage was an inner fight to stay an innocent child versus mature, emerge into this amazing hormonal goddess that I had no control over and acted more like a gremlin who ate after midnight rather than a graceful sexual being. I had no guy friends, I had no clue how to talk to guys, so I kept to myself and my crazy nerd friends and we learned what our kind of cool meant and embraced in the comfort of who we were.
Nowadays, most children have the latest fashion picked out, their hair frosted and combed in the perfect spot, teeth whitened, braces before high school, boyfriends at the age of seven and a smartphone barely tucked into their painted on jeans. It disheartens me to think that these kids don’t understand what it’s like to climb a tree, feel dirt in their hand or play street baseball with a stick with all the neighborhood kids. I am on a rebellious streak to stop it, at least in my family and my boys will get the experience I had growing up, maybe without the big hair...maybe not. I want them to have a heavy dose of awkwardness to appreciate who they are inside, before they try and alter the outside appearance. I want them to find friends who like them as a person. I want them to be strong enough in themselves to shrug off nasty comments. I want them to feel like they can be themselves without being pressured to be something someone else wants. Maybe these are unrealistic hopes for middle school or high school, but I will do all that I can to help build their minds, then build their assets.
I truly believe the awkward phase is one that NEEDS to happen. I truly believe that if a person feels insecure with pimples and is given encouragement of inner beauty before their teenage hormones regulate, it will feed the garden of the brain to believe in themselves. I believe this with little boys who don’t think they are strong enough, girls who don’t think they have big enough breasts, people who don’t feel like they fit in, people who don’t feel loved, people who don’t feel like they can be who they were born to be. Let me give you a reality check, we are all different, awkward and weird. It’s time we start encouraging these differences.
We all need to have the hard transition from a child into a teen. You need to feel the transition of emotions, hormones and inner conflict of what you think the world is, to decide where you stand as a human. I wish for young people to grow to love who they are before they put on the make up with the thought of, “I need makeup to be pretty.” I wish for young people to grow to love themselves enough before they say, “I need to be buffer,” and attempt steroids. I wish for young people to grow to love themselves enough to realize clothes are clothes, are clothes and you can find great things at the thrift store at a fraction of the cost as the mall. Personal tip: hand me downs are awesome - especially with little people. I wish for young people to grow to love themselves enough to see that their imperfections are what make them perfect. I wish for young and old people would grow to love themselves enough to truly know that it is perfectly acceptable and encouraged to be unique. As. You. Are.
Our minds are powerful amazing tools, but in the beginning we have to feed it strong empowering thoughts to set the foundation correctly. Will we always get it right? Hell no. We’re human. Yet, my mama did some amazing things in her life and the best one by far was enriching our brains with the belief that all people are beautiful as they are. Big, small, curves, square, buff, soft, strong, lean, mean and emotional with everything in between. For that I am eternally grateful.
As always, I love who I am, I love what I do, and I love the products that I get to share with all of you. I am the creator and CEO of Full Bloom Parties and until next time, be cool, stay safe and practice your own KINK and Sexy.
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