More like Velma
It's a hard truth when you just know in your heart of hearts you won't be Daphne.....but thinking about it, I would rather be Velma. For those of you I have totally lost, I am talking old school Scooby Doo Cartoons. Being a product of the 70's but living all my school years in the 80's, cartoons played a big part in my younger years. So, all my friends fought over who would be Daphne because she had the cooler clothes, the better figure and well, Fred, hello....every girl wanted to be her.....except me. Velma always figured it out, she was the smart one and deep down I knew that once Daphne got old and lost those looks of hers, Fred would trade her in for the smarter one anyhow....they are the ones, afterall, who had stuff to "fall back on". It was always a funny scenario because I actually was a Ms. Michigan (petite) when I was 19 and went on to compete in the National Contest and was in the top 3 before our pageant was halted due to labor issues (there was no winner that year although my Mom thought I would have won it all...bless her. I was geeked about being in the top 3). I remember feeling out of place but kept my thoughts on winning college scholarship money rather than the superficial and downright irritating....nothing is worse than a room full of catty and snarky Daphnes. I learned so much at that pageant about people and myself overall but, it wasn't until I was diagnosed with Thyroid Disease 5 years down the road and my weight packed on that I figured out what it all meant. It is easy to say looks do not matter when you are thin or better than average looking. For me, I was always an athlete- to some degree, I still am albeit trapped in a larger size. Health and nutrition are very important to me and I am very conscious about what I put into my body and how much exercise I get however, it still does not change the fact that I am on the heavier side- it's a reality I have come to accept. There in lies the rub. My lifestyle choices are healthier than most thin folks but the people who see me, would never guess that. What is on the outside doesn't always tell the full story. I teach many girls who believe with every ounce of their being that being thin and pretty is the end all be all to having popularity and success...and they are killing themselves in the process. If you took a peek at the innards of a supermodel, you may be surprised to see that they are not as healthy as the airbrushing and make-up led you to believe.
So where am I going with this. I had a lady the other day tell me that she doesn't allow herself to be in the picture. Her scar is harsh, no doubt about that but, I reminded her that the twinkle in her eye and the fact that she SURVIVED that car crash and walked away to tell about it makes her a walking, talking, flippin' miracle. Her eyes welled up when she said she wondered what people would say when she was gone and thought it would be better that she have the "old" pictures of her in the album because they were more pleasing. I asked her about what she has been doing after the accident- she said working in the burn unit and helping kids....I asked her if she would have ever thought to work with this group of folks had the accident not occurred. She said probably not. Can you imagine what she would have missed out on had she not been able to understand and communicate with those folks- a non-burned and scarred person would not have had the relationships she had or impacted the lives that she has through her experience. I asked her if she saw those folks as ugly or not worthy of being in the picture..... we always judge ourselves more harshly I suppose. I believe with every ounce of my being that we are each unique and not like everyone else for a reason. We need contrast to help us define whatever it is we are pondering at the moment. The world sees us in superficial and temporal terms but history remembers us for the things that we do and the lives that we touch. Sure some folks may remember that Daphne was easy on the eyes and had a keen fashion sense (things that revolved around and benefited her) but they will never forget who solved the mystery and used her powers of deduction for the better of all mankind. Your projects, your scrap pages, your cards, your art should be ways for you to share your talents and that quirky voice and perspective only you have with the world. I mentioned to my student, "you know, I noticed your scar and even wondered how you got it for all of a nano-second but, I did not focus on it until you brought it to my attention.....I was more interested in what you had to say....."
Just a thought to think on. And yeah, this is a real VW in our area...I so want to paint one of our cars- how cool is this? My children are in my corner on this one too so, it's only a matter of time before I can sway my husband :)









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