Beauty is...

Subjective. Beauty is really subjective, and it differs from person to person. For example, when watching a commercial for face balm all I could think was, "wow, that model has gorgeous eyes and great angles on her face. So unique, I wish I could be blonde, etc" At which point Travis said out loud, "Why do they always use weird looking people on these commercials?"

I feel like in my previous blog I've written about this subject before. Yet, everyone appreciates being reminded that they are beautiful! Because well...we all are. Whether you have great eyes, great curves, or fabulous hair the most important beauty is within.

I love my future job. I had a client today that I have once a week and frankly, she was the only reason I didn't call in sick. Sciatica has hit my tiny little hips pretty hard. Yesterday after school Travis had to help me anytime I went from sitting to standing...or bending over. A good husband will rub his wife's hips, a great one will walk in the bathroom and help her stand up because she got stuck. Pinched nerves suck! Back to the story, this little lady who I see every week. She is so adorable, and I love to make her face just light up when she realizes she has a great hairstyle that will last till next week. She always gets the same thing, but because she is so thankful and so sweet, I really wouldn't mind.

I will have a job that solely focuses around beauty. How great do you feel after a sweet hairdo? Exactly. I don't have to focus on the worldly aspect either. I can simply remind someone what makes them beautiful, and for that I am grateful.

Look in the mirror. Now, smile. Instead of seeing flaws focus on everything anyone has told her looks great. I know that sounds hard, but if anyone at anytime(even if you've improved or digressed in your opinion) has ever told her you're beautiful try to see it. If you can't I'm sure I could find something for you, and if you're a stranger....call your mom. Moms always think their babies are beautiful. If your mom has never complimented you, then you need a hug because that is part of mom duties.

You are awesome in some way. I promise. There is also someone who loves you. That I can promise too. Those are facts you can rely on.

Sincerely,
-Heather Rand.

P.S. I'd also like to make a shout out to four wonderful, beautiful people who graduated from school today. I will miss them soooo much, but plan on keeping in touch.(via facebook stalking)

The charming prince who on many occasions has brightened my mood simply because he is so happy and bubbly all the time. Even when his hair was a few shades too dark...so dark it's black. Who do you know that simply sighs about their hair turning out wrong? Seriously?! I would flip tables over that. Best laugh.

The mother whose only goal seems to be caring for all even the compulsive liars and mean people. More Christian than many of the Christians I know. Always so willing to give. There are like a billion things I could say about how awesome you are, but if I keep going I might cry at the thought of us not seeing each other again. So we will...this is not goodbye. This is tribute.

The sassy twin with perfect eye creases. Not to sound shallow, but if I ever need a model I will for sure call you first. You were also always good for a laugh especially when you were grumpy. To see an attitude on such a pretty person seems contradicting, and it kinda always made me smile when you got all *snap "Oh no she didn't." You are also very considerate with my feelings. Not wanting to call my belly huge because you were worried it might bother me. I like being considered.

And last, but certainly not least, the quiet one. But I know your secret....you weren't really a quiet, shy individual. You have such a sweet disposition, and you never seem to expect anything from anyone. Which makes giving you pie so awesome! You had opinions, but you were never so loud as to offend. Like me, you feel confrontation is the plague and avoid it as such. Thank goodness for that, huh? I wish I had been in class with you more because I don't feel I know you as well. I know you just enough to miss you though, and I feel like that counts.