Like most women, I have an uneasy relationship with the mirror.Even at the zenith of my attractiveness, I was unable to see my positive attributes: natural, effortless slenderness, strong, angular bone structure, good height, classic coloring.
Instead, the glass revealed only flaws. The stray unwanted hair, a chin that jutted out just a little too far, heavy eyebrows, and the curves of a young boy. This is what I saw reflected back at me.
A few weeks after my wedding day, a friend told me that our mutual stylist told her I was a “classic beauty.”
Ha! I thought. He must have been drinking that day.
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You are a classic beauty and Poo is too.
Amazing writing..Such talent..
You really are gorgeous, inside and out
I wrote about inner confidence and you wrote about external confidence. Are we two halves of the same person?
Beautiful post. I am so grateful for my daughter, and the sons too, for making me feel more beautiful than the mirror does (or the size of my pants, a’hem).
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a full-on photo of *you*, but even if I had, I would say “rubbish, you’re gorgeous” (or words to that effect).
Funny… your thoughts seem to fit in with a major adventure I’m in the middle of — something I’ve been planning to post about soon.
Yes, keep looking at yourself through your daughter’s eyes. Isn’t it wonderful that we can be fierce and beautiful all at once?
beautiful post, friend.
That was so so beautiful… so ironic, I just wrote something like that myself today.. though not as eloquently!!Keep reminding yourself that you are beautiful, and so is your gorgeous little Poo.