One of the most fulfilling realizations I’ve come to as I began this journey is that I was doing it for me, and me alone. I didn’t panic at the thought of getting older or evidence of that creeping into what I saw in the mirror. I chose, instead, to congratulate myself with the gift of love and attention.
It’s unfortunate that we don’t do that nearly as often as we should. Focusing on one’s appearance comes with so many negative connotations in this day and age; most entirely justified. From the time we are small, women especially, are bombarded with conceptions of an unattainable standard. We grow up obsessed with body image and how others see us; distracted from nurturing the beauty within. By the time we are old enough to know better, a focus on appearance is oftentimes viewed simply as vain and shallow… frivolous.
Well, it has taken me some time, but I see the immense sensibility in focus on self; the joy in something as simple as trying a new lipstick – fire engine red, of course 🙂
“If you can think of times in your life that you’ve treated people with extraordinary decency and love, and pure uninterested concern, just because they were valuable as human beings. The ability to do that with ourselves. To treat ourselves the way we would treat a really good, precious friend. Or a tiny child of ours that we absolutely loved more than life itself. And I think it’s probably possible to achieve that. I think part of the job we’re here for is to learn how to do it.”