Just The Way I Am

There was a WordPress daily prompt some time ago asking what one would say to one’s 14-year old self.  The prompts make me think, and maybe one of these days I will even join in.

This particular prompt I found very intriguing.  In the days that passed, I found myself thinking more about it.  No answer to the question really moved me, until this morning.  I felt like listening to music, and I set my iPod to play anything it damn well wanted to.  The first song that came up was Bruno Mars, Just The Way You Are.

I was already looking in the mirror, and smiled at myself.  I hadn’t realized how seldom I see my own smile.  That’s not to say I don’t smile, but I rarely do it genuinely in the mirror.  The way my eyes lit up and the lines turned to joy surprised me.  It has taken a half of a lifetime to accomplish, but I do like myself just the way I am.  I thought about my young self, sans the fine lines of the years, with soft, silky hair, stronger, nimbler.  How did that young girl lack appreciation for her beauty?  Where was her confidence in body and spirit?

I thought of singing that song to her . . . and my face turned to sorrow.  I cried for the love I should have given her; for the mental abuse she suffered from herself.  Lastly, I smiled for the long-overdue love I can now give this youngster, residing deep inside me.

Ignore the kissing the lips part, it’s just weird in this context.  And if my two daughters are reading this . . . Girls, you are amazing just the way your are . . .

Oh, her eyes, her eyes
Make the stars look like they’re not shinin’
Her hair, her hair
Falls perfectly without her trying
She’s so beautiful
And I tell her everyday
Yeahh

I know, I know
When I compliment her she won’t believe me
And it’s so, it’s so
Sad to think that she don’t see what I see
But every time she asks me “Do I look okay? “
I say

[Chorus:]
When I see your face (face face…)
There’s not a thing that I would change
‘Cause you’re amazing (amazing)
Just the way you are (are)
And when you smile (smile smile…)
The whole world stops and stares for a while
‘Cause girl you’re amazing (amazing)
Just the way you are (are)
Yeah

[Verse 2:]
Her lips, her lips
I could kiss them all day if she’d let me
Her laugh, her laugh
She hates but I think it’s so sexy
She’s so beautiful
And I tell her everyday

Oh you know, you know, you know
I’d never ask you to change
If perfect’s what you’re searching for
Then just stay the same
So don’t even bother asking if you look okay
You know I’ll say

[Chorus:]
When I see your face (face face…)
There’s not a thing that I would change
‘Cause you’re amazing (amazing)
Just the way you are (are)
And when you smile (smile smile…)
The whole world stops and stares for a while
‘Cause girl you’re amazing (amazing)
Just the way you are (are)

The way you are
The way you are
Girl you’re amazing (amazing)
Just the way you are (are)

[Chorus:]
When I see your face
There’s not a thing that I would change
Cause you’re amazing (amazing)
Just the way you are (are)
And when you smile
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you’re amazing
Just the way you are

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18 thoughts on “Just The Way I Am

  1. AMooreOn

    I love this song, and all the meanings behind it. Sometimes it bring me to tears, too, but because I wish I could apply the lyrics to myself now. I’ve played this song for my daughter many times already and I hope it sinks in her head. I would never ever wish to be 14 again though.

    1. oooh noooo. I would not want to be 14. I think my mom spent a lot of time worrying about me at that age. I withdrew to my room and listened to music a lot.

  2. Well if it makes you feel better you made me cry too. We are our own worst critic and being female, well we didn’t have a chance in hell. I am still self conscious just like I have always been, but in my twenties before babies…what was I thinking? I am much more comfortable in my own skin than I have ever been before but to be honest, the thought of the possibility of someone seeing me naked again…yeah I am good with the “no dating”

    1. I’m glad you liked it. Sounds like the “pressed” thing is overwhelming, so that can hold off as long as it likes 🙂 I am flattered beyond words.

  3. Everyone in middle school called me “Ugly”. No joke. I felt like a beast. I would never be pretty as the popular girls, never be pretty enough for guys to notice. They told me all the time how ugly I was. And now, though I don’t like what I see in the mirror just yet – let’s say just the way my features turned out, I don’t think I’m ugly at all. I wish I could have seen that all those years ago. Great post Jean.

    1. Never having seen your face, I can tell you that you are beautiful on the inside!

      There were two boys who used to call me Albino Butt. It was the only time I have ever hated being blonde. Junior highers are just cruel.

  4. Hi Jean, Never called you names in High School and not in Elementary School either. 🙂 I follow a few blogs here and there and your’s is my fav right now. Keep up the great writing and thought provoking content. Jeff

    1. Jeff!

      I only briefly visited your blog, as I was low on time. I followed it because I wanted to make sure to check back and read it thoroughly. I thought of you when I skimmed it, but I didn’t know it was you. How great! I can’t wait to find more time — it’s on my Christmas wish list — so i can read more. Thank you so much for visiting and commenting.

      And no. You never called me names . . . and I appreciate that!

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