When do I feel beautiful?
I am beautiful when I am dressed to the nines, ready for a night on the town. When my makeup is glamorous, my outfit is scandalous, my heels precarious, and my attitude glorious. When I’m ready to dance and flirt and party.
I am beautiful when I am with my friends, laughing, scheming, catching up, coming up with ways to change the world and live in the ways that matter to us.
I am beautiful when I am covered in spit up from a beautiful baby in my life.
I am beautiful when I am sitting cross legged on the floor telling a story–or better yet, listening with genuine attention to a story being told to me by a little one.
I am beautiful when I am working with youth, laughing, teaching, learning, listening and enjoying their energy.
I am beautiful when I am moved to tears: by beauty, by suffering, by passion.
I am beautiful when I give of myself, when I am able to bless others.
I am beautiful when I stand firm for what I believe in. Regardless of who is standing with me.
I am beautiful when my voice is raised in song, when I share music and make music.
I am beautiful when I stand naked before my lover.
I am beautiful when I am painting, absorbed in the whirlwind of color coming to shape before me. And I am beautiful when one of the children in my life join me in creating.
I am beautiful when I am dreaming. Asleep or awake, unseen or admired.
I am beautiful when I am in nature, when I swim in the ocean, when I hike through the woods, when I play in the snow, when I walk on the shore, when I try to catch a wave and am pummeled by the waves… beautiful.
I am beautiful when I am learning, thinking, pondering, questioning, debating. My mind is a beautiful thing.
I am beautiful when I am lonely and tired and sad.
I am beautiful when I am in the kitchen, creating meals for people I love.
Beautiful first thing in the morning when I embrace a new day with messy hair, beautiful when I am sick, beautiful in my rattiest jammies, or in my most gorgeous gown. Beautiful when I am smelling flowers, beautiful when I am scrubbing floors, when I am folding clothes, beautiful when I least realize it and beautiful when I am fully aware.
I am blessed to know how beautiful I am and blessed in my freedom to enjoy the beauty in everything around me. I am blessed to know my own beauty regardless of who is around to see it, and I am blessed to have those in my life who do see my beauty and celebrate it.
I walk in beauty daily and I am blessed for it.