Beauty is Skin Deep: Super Model Iman speaks on True Beauty

Before you read this, I want you to know: it doesn’t matter who you are or what limitations the world has placed on you, or what you’re going through. What matters is that you are uniquely beautiful. I need you to embrace your uniqueness and beauty today. 

Remember: God made you in His own image and likeness…Let your creator define who you are, not society!

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Beauty Is Skin Deep

We live in a world where we get distracted by different things, to the extent that we forget our true purpose in life. There’s no doubt that one of the industries where this is commonplace is the fashion industry (Yes! Believe it). The glitz, glamour, models, clothes, shoes, beauty, celebrities and so on. All these combined might make us think “we have arrived” and that we are more beautiful or better than others. So, what next? We keep our shoulders too high to the extent that our true beauty is hidden.

When it comes to beauty, everyone has their own definition. Some believe it’s based on their outward appearances, others believe beauty is when you can ‘perform all sorts of house chores’, beauty is your long hair, beauty is your cute legs, beauty comes from the inside, etc etc etc!

This 2002 article by the gorgeous supermodel and entrepreneur Iman Abdulmajid of Iman Cosmetics was a true reminder that life is indeed not ours and that beauty comes from the inside out. Many people base their beauty solely on their looks…models get obsessed by their outward beauty. But I believe humility, patience backed up with purpose, passion and hardwork will still get you to your destination; this time, better fulfilled than the rest.

In this article, Iman talks about how a fatal accident changed her perspective about the true meaning of beauty. In her own words: “I became kinder, more aware. I gained respect for other people.”

 

Full article below:
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{This article is taken from Oprah.com and appeared in O, The Oprah Magazine‘s 2002 issue}

“On a Friday night in 1983, I was in a taxi in New York riding home from dinner with friends. A drunk driver ran a red light and hit the cab, and I was thrown toward the glass partition. I tried to duck, but my face hit the glass, and the impact fractured my cheekbone, my eye socket, my collarbone and several ribs. For quite some time before that night, I’d felt that my life was going to take a very sharp turn—and not for the better.
I was at the height of my career in an industry that celebrates a person solely for her looks, and that had gone to my head. When everyone is telling you “You’re so beautiful, there’s nobody like you,” you begin to think it’s true. But of course there is nobody like you. I just believed it for the wrong reasons.
I had a premonition—I can’t explain it—that something was going to put me back on course. For weeks, I lived in fear of what it would be. Once I saw those headlights coming toward me, I knew. All I felt was relief that I didn’t have to wait anymore.
The force of the crash sent the taxi up onto a sidewalk, and we hit a building. I barely had the strength to open the car door before passing out on the pavement. The next thing I knew I was in Bellevue Hospital. A doctor came over and asked, “Where does it hurt?” I told him I had the worst migraine imaginable. He looked at me, perplexed, then yelled out, “Does anybody speak Spanish?” Apparently I had answered in my native language, Somali, and to him it sounded like Spanish. I laughed, because I thought that was very funny. The doctors and nurses just stared at me—another woman laughing to herself in Bellevue.
For two days, I was in pure hell, barely conscious. That Sunday morning the doctor came to see me with a copy of the New York Times. Just two weeks before, I had done a shoot with the photographer Steven Meisel, and the photos were published in the Times that week. Lying in a hospital bed, utterly bruised and broken, I couldn’t have felt more different from the woman in those photos. The doctor told me not to worry, that the bones in my face could be wired and would heal without major scarring.
But I wasn’t worried, because I looked at those pictures and saw a woman I no longer wanted to be. And finally, I wasn’t afraid. When I thought about the fact that I wasn’t dead or paralyzed, giving up my modeling career seemed a very small price to pay. I had weathered the storm; it was time to heal myself—first the physical injuries, and then the less visible breaks.
Recovery took five months, and I spent those long weeks reconsidering how I was going to live my life. I had to come to terms with the business of fashion and its illusions. Eventually I did go back to modeling, though I still have visible scars. After the bones mended, my left eye was smaller than my right, and my eyebrow never grew back. But you know what? Big deal. I think I became beautiful after the accident.
I became kinder, more aware. I gained respect for other people.
I had grown up.”

Thanks to Chioma of Love. n’ Words for sharing this article.

Extra Quotes:

If people didn’t put all these restrictions on “what’s beautiful & what’s not” it would be easier to tell ourselfs that we are beautiful.  (I never noticed until you told me)

Let your true light so shine to the world. Draw beauty from within…You cannot give what you don’t have…you are beautiful beyond your imaginations (Laiza)

God did not create anyone ugly. They become ugly to the world’s standards because the world’s primary criterion is physicality. Yet God looks at the heart. He measures true beauty by how well one carries herself in spite of the world’s beauty standard. He sees His creation as beautiful and good because he made all things beautiful in His time. (-steffiguillamon.tumblr.com)

As we celebrate Women’s Day today, take out time to reflect on what really makes you beautiful. Decide on ways to channel your beauty towards helping and empowering other women and your world. Please, don’t hide your inner light, let it shine…unleash your inner greatness

 

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