What Is Beauty?
By Janet Schwind
My first brush with beautification rituals came in the sixth grade when I finally convinced my mom to let me shave my legs. By this time the hair was so long I had to use a machete to knock down the heavy growth. It did not help that my three brothers called me cavewoman.
Contact lenses, makeup and a fresh, over-wound home perm brought me into modern society as an incoming college freshman. All these years, growing up sheltered in the Catholic church (and school), only to be released into the wild now without any real idea of who I was, how I fit in, or where to locate my missing self-esteem.