Thursday, January 30, 2014

Vanity Fair

Ang pangit-pangit ko. Was what I would tell my ten-year-old self when I would look in the mirror and comb my hair before going to school in the morning. I super hated my hair because it was wavy. Almost ALL shampoo commercials on TV would feature girls with beautifully long and straight hair. So naturally, feeling ko ang pangit ko kasi hindi ako kagaya nila. I was so ashamed of my hair, lagi akong nakatali.

So that's my childhood insecurity issue. (Seriously, at ten years old?) Yeah. Unfortunately. And it's quite alarming because little girls these days feel so conscious, insecure and even terrible about themselves because of how they look. Quite alarming how society dictates what is beautiful and what is not.

But in a society where people are so obsessed with their looks, these girls prove to be otherwise as they share their own childhood insecurities:

Denizelle Tria
Growing up as a fat kid affected my self-confidence largely. Society has its way of making us feel inferior to other people especially when it comes to our bodies. I once thought, I should have that slender physique, radiantly white skin, etcetera in order to be called "pretty". Because let's admit, we all love to be called "pretty". Then I realized, Whatever, I will eat anything that my heart pleases. I think you just have to embrace who you are and use that to your advantage because each one of us is unique. 


Love Rumbines
When I was a kid, I hated being skinny. I always got irritated when people make judgments about me—that I was sickly and I looked like someone who had not eaten in months. As if their comments would make me instantly fat and appear healthier. But as I grew older, I’ve come to love it about myself because I get to try on clothes that fit me well whenever I shop. I also get compliments like I can enter beauty pageants or I can be a model because of my physique.


Claudine Claudio
When I was still young, I had a lot of peklat because of my skin asthma. Before, my classmates would bully me pa—may piso daw ako sa legs. I could not even wear shorts. Haha. I still don’t wear shorts, except when I’m at the beach or when I’m swimming or doing activities that would require wearing them. Dati kasi as in hindi talaga ako sasama sa mga lakad kasi ayaw ko mag-shorts dahil nahihiya ako. Now, I tell myself, I’m beautiful the way I am and I just have to be confident with that. You can’t have it all anyway… Hindi pwede yung perfect!


Candice Gaspi
I disliked the contour of my face. Kasi nung elementary ako kapag inaasar ako, talagang umiiyak ako. Nakakatusok daw ako ganyan, parang may deadly weapon. Haha. Pero sabi ni Mommy noon, isipin ko nalang, at least yung mga may mahabang baba kagaya ko, sikat din. Kagaya ni Aiai tapos ni Babalu. So ayun. Simula noon, ni-treat ko na siya as an asset, kasi it sets me apart from others.


Perhaps beauty is more than meets the eye. As cliché as this sounds, beauty is how we feel inside which reflects on how we look on the outside. But we often forget, because society injects this ideal form of beauty, that it is just something physical. And we all so fall into this trap—this limited, boxed-in, shallow idea of beauty—of how we should look, should act, should this, should that. And we feel that if we are not what society expects us to be, we are lacking, we are not pretty enough, that other girls are prettier.

Often we forget about the true meaning of beauty. And I hope that by sharing this story we can all be reminded that we are enough the way we are. We are all beautifully different and we should cherish what makes us unique. Take it from me. Take it from these girls and their beautiful stories.

Now, I have learned to let my hair down. Not always tied up in a bun. And it's not so bad after all. At hindi na rin ako naniniwala sa straightening powers ng shampoo.



Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed. –Romans 12:2

Inspired by Karen Salmansohn

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

On Keeping Family Traditions

My family has this weird tradition every Christmas and New Year—one-color-outfit motif during the evening mass. This year, if it isn’t so obvious already, it’s red for Christmas, green for New Year. This has always been a family tradition. Quite cheesy, you might think. Well, we are a cheesy family with cheesy traditions.



My dad had started another tradition years ago. He would pack rice and noodles and canned goods into plastic bags and hand them out to people on Christmas day. He did it again this year. Because for him, Christmas is a season of love and a season of giving.

There are traditions that we like to keep, no matter how grand or humble or quirky they may seem. They are something we look forward to every year. And they add up to the memories we make and the moments we share and the stories we look back to. They keep us together as a family.


New Year’s Eve has been special for us this year because, for the first time, we celebrated it with our Lola Juanita, who would usually celebrate it at her house in Laguna.


The message of the Sunday Mass last December 29 was about the Holy Family. About Mary, Joseph and Jesus and about despite being a righteous family, they were not exempt from life's trials.

Our family may not be perfect, we may not always agree with each other, and we may not always be happy. But as long as we have God and each other, we remain strong through storms of trials and waves of problems, guided by His love and grace. This year, more than ever, I have learned about the importance of a loving family. And how it is a child’s foundation to build a strong and loving character.

And perhaps someday, I may be able to continue doing these traditions with my own familyto care for, to nurture and to grow with in faith, hope, love and joy.