"I have the ability to reveal my face. I have the ability to reveal my face. When I read this, my stomach twisted as I realized that keeping the ability to reveal my face means signing up to experience the anxiety (and joy, thank god) of revelation over and over and over again. I will allow the door to be opened, because I have not let the world convince me that there’s a monster behind it." :''''''')
“Reaching for the ideal causes the perception of the real to move in the opposite direction.” Beautiful. It requires some enlightenment, acceptance and ability not to place all our self worth into our appearance. That “ideal” is a moving goal post. Impossible to achieve. And not necessary to give in to others setting the standards for us. I, for one, age 54, am not giving in to it. I am vain. But I cultivate other things that make up my whole. Beauty is just one part. So as it “goes”, I have some other stuff going for me.
Love this piece. As a not-thin, mid-thirties mom, I'm practicing loving all the evidence of this life. A long time ago, a friend said "I love my wrinkles, because they remind me of all the times I've smiled and laughed". I'll age in joy and gratitude and defiance, thank you.
"I have the ability to reveal my face. I have the ability to reveal my face. When I read this, my stomach twisted as I realized that keeping the ability to reveal my face means signing up to experience the anxiety (and joy, thank god) of revelation over and over and over again. I will allow the door to be opened, because I have not let the world convince me that there’s a monster behind it." :''''''')
“Reaching for the ideal causes the perception of the real to move in the opposite direction.” Beautiful. It requires some enlightenment, acceptance and ability not to place all our self worth into our appearance. That “ideal” is a moving goal post. Impossible to achieve. And not necessary to give in to others setting the standards for us. I, for one, age 54, am not giving in to it. I am vain. But I cultivate other things that make up my whole. Beauty is just one part. So as it “goes”, I have some other stuff going for me.
Love this piece. As a not-thin, mid-thirties mom, I'm practicing loving all the evidence of this life. A long time ago, a friend said "I love my wrinkles, because they remind me of all the times I've smiled and laughed". I'll age in joy and gratitude and defiance, thank you.