One of my favorite quotes is by Roald Dahl and it goes like this:
"A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely."
As a rather awkward looking kid, I never thought of myself as pretty and to this day I'm still kind of surprised when someone tells me I'm pretty or beautiful. I can't help but think "Don't you see my Filipino nose? It's so flat! It's so wide!" Thankfully that voice is now a barely audible whisper, but there are still things about my physical appearance I'm too aware of.
So when I was in elementary school I realized if I was nice, funny, sweet, a good friend, smart... people would like me and want to be around me. EVEN IF I didn't have blue eyes and wavy auburn hair and freckles sprinkled across my pert little nose. (When I was 10, these are the features I defined as being pretty)
I remember in 7th grade a crush of mine wrote in my yearbook "Have a nice summer, stay pretty." and I nearly died. I mean, this was MY CRUSH. He was blonde and blue eyed and had perfect white teeth and he told me to "STAY PRETTY"
Meaning he already thought I WAS pretty. I remember just reading it over and over again because I couldn't believe it and partly at some point thinking he was probably being a jerk and this was some kind of cruel 7th grade sarcasm from the beautiful blonde popular guy.
My middle school crush ended up marrying a lovely lady who interestingly enough has similar features to me. So, HEY, now in my 30s I CAN believe he was being honest. I saw photos of their mixed race babies and jeez louise, so beautiful!
Anyhow, I'm kind of going off on a tangent here, but I just felt like writing about my experiences of the word "pretty". How I experienced it as gawky kid. I was a skinny 6th grader with really thick frizzy dark hair (I had homemade haircuts until college you guys!), big eyes, a wide nose, lips that were too big, slightly crooked teeth, I couldn't smile to save my life (um, you said show ALL my teeth, right?) and baby fat on my cheeks that didn't go away until my mid 20s.
Needless to say I was never called pretty as a kid. But I knew I was a good person. That was I good friend. That I had a personality. That I could make people laugh. That I was smart. And all those things developed more because I wasn't pretty. I don't remember when I first saw that quote by Roald Dahl but it really resonated with me. That if I was good, if I was kind, if I thought lovely thoughts... then perhaps it wouldn't matter so much that I wasn't physically beautiful, but I was pretty or thought of as pretty because of who I was on the inside.
And I think about the savadyblog girl and the values of my brand and what my shop is all about. I sell pretty dresses to pretty girls with pretty hearts.
Can that be my tagline? Haha!
Seriously though... a pretty girl in a pretty dress, that's nice and all... but a pretty girl with a pretty heart? That's the savadyblog girl and I do hope I do a good job representing her.