read "on beauty" by kiersten white.
perhaps the most beautiful, compelling thoughts on your own beauty i have ever read.
read it.
i can be bossy on my own blog and i'm telling you its fanastic.
and it made me cry.
" Beauty is in the stories of our faces, the people who have loved us, the people we have loved and do love and will love. Beauty is what we have survived and what we will create. Beauty is stamped into the way our eyes shift when we smile, the things our hands do, the kindness that comes out of our mouths. Beauty is not how the world sees us, but what we take of ourselves and give to the world.
Today when you look in the mirror, don't wish yourself away. Trace the lines of your face, the you that you are. Because you are beautiful."
as i have been sorting through photos and memorabilia i have often paused and sighed. or laughed. or ached. i found a picture from a shannon hale (book of a thousand days) signing. me and a few close friends. and i look so much younger. it was only a few years ago. . .but i look fresher somehow. i look at my cute friends in the picture and think of how our lives have changed since that day. and part of me wanted to reach up and ease the current worry lines from my face. but that is part of my story. but perhaps i will trace them--because that is the me that i am.
and that is beautiful.
and that is the same beauty i see in my mom and her mom and her mom.
and the same that i see in my daughter.
and i wouldn't ease that away.
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