Believing oneself average-looking is widespread while growing up in a world-watching, hollywood-highlighted, magazine-modeled America. Vanity runs rampant, causing most to question their physical magnificence. Being the ugly duckling is congruent with feeling ordinary. Janis Ian’s lyrics chime true, “I learned the truth at seventeen, that love was meant for beauty queens … and ugly duckling girls like me.” Equating physical beauty to accessing love brings fantasies and fairy tales to reality. The “Plain Jane” population struggles along a path of feeling average, unspectacular, and “extra ordinary.”
The subjective nature of beauty navigates toward objective belief into what constitutes beauty, with energy that perpetuates these perceptions. Combine feeling ugly with self-loathing by slim self confidence, lack of unconditional love, and an increased waist size, and a lifetime story of being “extra ordinary” commences. Gravity towards physical beauty weighs down the masses whose internal attractiveness sits dormant, unrecognized, and unaccessed. Altering these perceptions initiates healthy healing.
When beauty sits within the vision we have of ourselves, it occupies all crevices of our being. Knowing one’s true beauty deletes a “Plain Jane” mentality; one’s magnificence shines from the heart. Accessing the recesses of self-love beautifies our total being and vanity vanishes. Therefore, beauty is no longer the beast or burden that beautifies the world, but a self-held belief that occupies the soul. Knowing one’s inner and outer beauty is the source of love, the access to extraordinary, and the ticket to vanity vanishing.