I had an experience this past week that totally exemplifies the importance of that. Some students from various leadership positions in the school were able to go up to Clear Creek for a few days this past week. While we were up there we participated in a lot of group building activities that strengthened our sense of "Team."
It was raining and cold the entire time we were up there, but you can't exactly do ropes courses indoors, so we were outside in the rain. We couldn't really take showers, and we were all really dirty from all the mud. By the third day, none of us felt like even making an effort as far as beauty goes, and I noticed that the same guys that paid attention to me before, when I was cute, were still coming around. I made the comment to the girls in my cabin, that if the guys like us looking like this, imagine how much they'll like us when we're clean and cute. As they thought about it, they realized how that really can be the way it goes.
If somebody likes you when you're all cute and dolled up or whatever, sure, they can like you for you, but they may also like you for your "Shell." If a girl is dirty, doesn't have makeup on, has greasy hair and sweats and somebody likes you, I'm fairly certain that they are looking past the outside and liking you. That's a good feeling. When somebody sees you as a person and not as a mound of products and brand names, it's the right way to do it. I heard it said a lot this weekend that there's nothing more real and attractive than a girl in sweats, with mud on her pants and face, without her hair done or makeup, pulling herself up a ropes course, falling backwards from the trust fall, or clutching at your hand in the dark when you're both blindfolded and being led through the dark forest while it's drizzling rain.
As I was being pulled up the 20 foot wall today covered in mud and soaking wet from the still pouring rain, I was at the complete mercy of those lifting and pulling me. Even when all 60 people there saw my shirt come almost all the way off becuase the wall was so slippery, I don't think anybody thought any less of me, and as I pulled the next two people up the wall after me, I think all that cared saw me as a real person, not society's paradigm of the perfect girl, but a real person, that struggles, has a personality, an inner drive, and an has honest realism about me.
I did come home and take a shower and wash my clothes, and by the time I go back to school I won't be as exhausted, and I'll have make up on. But, those that matter, will still see me as the girl that clutched at their hand in the dark forest, the girl that could be confident with herself running around with strobe light strapped to my forehead, a girl that could conquer her fear of the trust fall, and a real girl, that is more than a shell. Not only do I want to Marry somebody that will love me at my best as well as my worst, but that's the kind of guy that I want to always surround myself with.
Find a guy that calls you beautiful instead of hot,
who calls you back when you hang up on him, who
will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for
the guy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show
you off to the world when you are in your sweats,
who holds your hand in front of his friends. Wait
for the one who is constatnly reminding you of how
much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have
you. Wait for the one who turns to his friends and
says, "...that's her."
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