{"id":1133,"date":"2009-06-01T23:51:49","date_gmt":"2009-06-02T06:51:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/?p=1133"},"modified":"2022-10-22T19:42:46","modified_gmt":"2022-10-23T02:42:46","slug":"i-feel-pretty","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/2009\/06\/01\/i-feel-pretty\/","title":{"rendered":"I feel pretty"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I didn&#8217;t feel pretty while I was growing up. I&#8217;m not making this statement as a complaint, simply stating a fact:\u00a0 I didn&#8217;t feel pretty.\u00a0 I wasn&#8217;t quite a tomboy either, as I was much too clumsy to shoulder that label.\u00a0 I was smart, but smart didn&#8217;t make me any points at the christian school I attended, nor at church.\u00a0 Smart actually proved to be a problem in those environments.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/2009\/06\/i-feel-pretty\/pretty-like-me\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-7207\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"7207\" data-permalink=\"http:\/\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/2009\/06\/01\/i-feel-pretty\/pretty-like-me\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/pretty-like-me.jpg?fit=150%2C150\" data-orig-size=\"150,150\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"beautiful like me\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/pretty-like-me.jpg?fit=150%2C150\" class=\"size-full wp-image-7207 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/pretty-like-me.jpg?resize=150%2C150\" alt=\"beautiful like me\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>There were a few moments I felt pretty as a teenager and young adult.\u00a0 Some young man tells me I&#8217;m pretty, and every once in a while I would believe it.\u00a0 This wasn&#8217;t a good thing, either. I was young, insecure, and desperately wanted to be accepted &#8211; as a result I was easily manipulated and, on occasion, used.<\/p>\n<p>This week&#8217;s topic on the <strong>Beautiful Like Me<\/strong> project is <strong>What person or people are the most\u00a0influential\u00a0about how you feel about yourself? \u00a0Who influences you the most to feel beautiful?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>This is a tough topic for me.\u00a0 While I have memories that help to explain why I didn&#8217;t feel pretty (let&#8217;s face it, kids are mean), I have very little to draw on for positive influences on my self image. Yet for some reason, somewhere during my adulthood I started to feel pretty.\u00a0 Why is that? What caused my to turn my self image around?\u00a0 A makeover? New clothes? Extreme weight loss?<\/p>\n<p>None of the above.<\/p>\n<h2>Confidence<\/h2>\n<p>It was confidence.\u00a0 I got comfortable in my own skin, learned to accept what I&#8217;ve got and make the best of it.\u00a0 I still have bad days but I have learned that there is a powerful link between my confidence &#8211; in any area of my life &#8211; and my self image. I actually felt pretty while I was nine months pregnant. It goes the other way as well.\u00a0 If I wake up with a giant zit on my chin, it can take a toll on my confidence at work or school.<\/p>\n<p>For me the answer to the question of the day is <strong>myself<\/strong>. While it&#8217;s true that my husband can make me feel like a knock out, really it&#8217;s my own attitude and confidence that makes a difference on a daily basis on how I feel about how I look.<\/p>\n<p>I look at my daughter and I wonder how to help her through this issue.\u00a0 I want her to believe she is beautiful, and I tell her she is all the time.\u00a0 On the other hand, I don&#8217;t want her to put too much value in superficial qualities.\u00a0 We joke about how describing a woman as having a great personality means that she is not good looking.\u00a0 But a great personality is so much more important and will get you so much further in life than superficial beauty.<\/p>\n<p>I hope to raise a young lady who is confident and happy, who knows how to make friends and feels good about herself. If she happens to be gorgeous (of course she&#8217;ll be gorgeous), well that&#8217;s ok too.<\/p>\n<p>Check out the other blogs that are participating in this project:<\/p>\n<p>Wicked Step Mom<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/fiveflowermom.blogspot.com\/\">Five Flower Mom<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.shoutdaily.com\/\">Shout<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.mylifeinterupted.blogspot.com\/\">My Life Interrupted<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/useyourwisdom.com\/\">Use Your Wisdom<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Nature\u2019s Child<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/mymommyhood.wordpress.com\/\">Crazy Adventures in Parenting<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/mymommyhood.wordpress.com\/\">The Story of Us<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/2014\/09\/juggle-cancer-parenting\/border-pink\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-7071\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"7071\" data-permalink=\"http:\/\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/2014\/09\/01\/juggle-cancer-parenting\/border-pink\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/border-pink.png?fit=640%2C89\" data-orig-size=\"640,89\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"border-pink\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/border-pink.png?fit=640%2C89\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7071\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/border-pink.png?resize=640%2C89\" alt=\"coffeejitters border pink\" width=\"640\" height=\"89\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/border-pink.png?w=640 640w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/border-pink.png?resize=300%2C41 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I didn&#8217;t feel pretty while I was growing up. I&#8217;m not making this statement as a complaint, simply stating a fact:\u00a0 I didn&#8217;t feel pretty.\u00a0 I wasn&#8217;t quite a tomboy either, as I was much too clumsy to shoulder that label.\u00a0 I was smart, but smart didn&#8217;t make me any points at the christian school [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7207,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[761,699,694,138],"tags":[274,276,278,272,671],"class_list":["post-1133","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-family-living-well","category-inspiration-living-well","category-living-well","category-parenting-living-well","tag-beauty","tag-body-image","tag-confidence","tag-gem","tag-life-lessons-2","et-has-post-format-content","et_post_format-et-post-format-standard"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/pretty-like-me.jpg?fit=150%2C150","blog_post_layout_featured_media_urls":{"thumbnail":["https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/pretty-like-me.jpg?resize=150%2C150",150,150,true],"full":["https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/pretty-like-me.jpg?fit=150%2C150",150,150,false]},"categories_names":{"761":{"name":"Family","link":"http:\/\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/category\/living-well\/family-living-well\/"},"699":{"name":"Inspiration","link":"http:\/\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/category\/life-skills\/inspiration-living-well\/"},"694":{"name":"Living Well","link":"http:\/\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/category\/living-well\/"},"138":{"name":"Parenting &amp; Family","link":"http:\/\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/category\/parenting-living-well\/"}},"tags_names":{"274":{"name":"beauty","link":"http:\/\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/tag\/beauty\/"},"276":{"name":"body image","link":"http:\/\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/tag\/body-image\/"},"278":{"name":"confidence","link":"http:\/\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/tag\/confidence\/"},"272":{"name":"gem","link":"http:\/\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/tag\/gem\/"},"671":{"name":"life lessons","link":"http:\/\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/tag\/life-lessons-2\/"}},"comments_number":0,"wpmagazine_modules_lite_featured_media_urls":{"thumbnail":["https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/pretty-like-me.jpg?resize=150%2C150",150,150,true],"cvmm-medium":["https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/pretty-like-me.jpg?resize=150%2C150",150,150,true],"cvmm-medium-plus":["https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/pretty-like-me.jpg?resize=150%2C150",150,150,true],"cvmm-portrait":["https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/pretty-like-me.jpg?resize=150%2C150",150,150,true],"cvmm-medium-square":["https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/pretty-like-me.jpg?resize=150%2C150",150,150,true],"cvmm-large":["https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/pretty-like-me.jpg?resize=150%2C150",150,150,true],"cvmm-small":["https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/pretty-like-me.jpg?resize=130%2C95",130,95,true],"full":["https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/pretty-like-me.jpg?fit=150%2C150",150,150,false]},"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1fDeG-ih","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":4070,"url":"http:\/\/coffeejitters.net\/blog\/2013\/01\/15\/just-breathe\/","url_meta":{"origin":1133,"position":0},"title":"Just Breathe","author":"Judy Schwartz Haley","date":"","format":false,"excerpt":"Sometimes all we have left is our breath. 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