Like Saturn and a pickle, my Mom and Dad had lightyears of vanity distance between them. While my Mom has a whole room of clothes, shoes, bags and accessories, my Dad can probably survive with a suitcase of his own wearables and 7 clean pairs of briefs. While my Mom has shelves of skincare, haircare and whatever-there-is-to-care-for products in the bedroom and the toilet, my Dad can happily live with soap and a bucket of water a day. But as vain as my Dad was as a pickle, he did unknowingly teach me some of the most crucial beauty lessons I know.
Posture makes a lot of difference.
Being a retired police officer, my Dad was trained to stand, walk and sit with his back straight during his years of service. He imparted this “skill” to all his children. It’s such a shame that I decided to lose the good posture during highshcool because I was afraid of being labeled a stuck-up. I tried to regain it briefly for a year or so, around the time Hubby met and saw me for the first time and he actually thought I was a ballet dancer due to my then perfect posture! Oh, those were the days.
It’s hard to fight genes.
I’m not sure whether it was just my Dad’s way of making me feel better but whenever I whined about my beauty insecurities in the past, be it the queen bee pimples on my nose, sudden hairloss or my pair of twiggy legs, my Dad always told me reassuringly, “Don’t worry. I was like that, too, when I was your age. You’ll grow out of it.” Deep inside, I always thought, “Aha! So it was from you then!”
Sometimes, I also have to listen to a guy’s opinion when it comes to what looks good on me.
My Dad used to say that unlike women who are more easily affected by trends when it comes to their beauty and fashion choices, men’s perception of beauty on women are usually so basic and safe that it’s rarely wrong. I especially remember how he used to tease me and my Mom whenever we fell victims to disastrous haircuts due to peer pressure. Although I’m begrudgingly agreeing with Dad on this, indeed his beauty suggestions might have always been less exciting compared to, say, dyeing my hair blue, but at least they never yielded traumatic results like that time when I actually dyed my hair blue. Now, it’s Hubby who gets to be my on-call fashion and beauty consultant.
My Dad, a beautiful man who didn’t need to be vain to have women gawking at him during his prime, never even knew he taught me these basic yet very crucial beauty lessons. And how I wish that, although he would probably have rolled his eyes and called me crazy, I grabbed every minute of chance to thank him when I still could.
You see, Daddy taught me one last lesson, which may not be related to beauty but it’s one of the most important and painful lessons I’ve had to learn in my life.
Never miss a chance to thank someone you love.
No matter how silly you think it is, if deep inside you know there’s a reason to be thankful for, say it. Show it. My Dad passed away from cancer on November 2010. And for the past two years, I would have given up a lot of things just for him to be able to read this entry and know that deep inside, I’ve always been thankful for everything he had taught me — from working hard and always putting my family first to never getting a stupid haircut more than twice in my life.
Happy Fathers’ Day, Daddy! I miss you so, so much.