A significant friend is celebrating a significant birthday today! She knows who she is....
In honour of her, and with gratitude to her for posting the following link on her facebook page, I wanted to share it with you:
Such a profound thing, how we women (and some men, maybe?) apologize for our appearance. We aren't (whatever) enough - fit, thin, pretty, symmetrical, wrinkle/blemish-free... and the recurring theme resounds: Am I beautiful? will anyone find me attractive and desirable?
When I ponder the significant relationships in my life, I realize that those people I have let really see me (physically and deeply, sharing who I really am) no longer seem to care what I look like. And I don't care what they look like, either, those people who have shown me their real selves. I am happy to have a great haircut or strong legs or other physical signs of health, and I am happy for my friends when they feel good about their bodies/outfits/new tattoos, but at the end of the day, what I want for myself is what I want for my people: to be healthy, to feel strong, to be emotionally able to handle what shows up in their lives. And if a good tube of mascara boosts the self-esteem a little (or a lot), awesome.
What makes us beautiful, it has been said countless times, is what's inside. I do believe that. But at what point will the acceptable standard shift from the unrealistic bullshit "beauty" we see in the media/all around us to looking at the vulnerable open hearts of the people around us and call THAT beautiful?
Happy birthday to you, my friend.... long may the sassiness reign!
Life Coach, Yogi & lover of Meditation, mother, wife, friend, sister, daughter, cookie baker, seeker of truth & laughter, volunteer. Passionate about women's stories and the women who share them.