B.E.A.U.T.Y.

While I love the sentiment of this quote (written by yours truly 😉), today I have been thinking about physical beauty – how I grew up thinking it was “sinful” to think of myself as pretty.  And what a travesty to have spent most of my life afraid to make that discovery.

I’ve decided to let that one go.  I choose to see beauty when I look at myself in the mirror.  I am many, many other things too:  smart, kind, generous, supportive, to name a few.  But I also want to add beautiful to that list.  Because what a miracle I am.  I was made with such care, from my toes to my nose.  My physicality doesn’t have to be the only thing that defines me, but it does (now) get to be one of the things.

I give myself permission to see my physical beauty.  I’m not going to separate my looks from who I am anymore.  It’s all of me, and I’m glad.

Question: Do you see yourself as beautiful?

Food For Thought:  How does it feel inside your own heart when you call yourself beautiful?

Challenge: Stand in front of the mirror and repeat:  “I am beautiful.”