I’m not perfect. There are two scars by one of my eyes that’s reminiscent of my youth. At times I’m too loud, laugh inappropriately, and can be fastidious without care. My body is not what it used to be, and my skin is not as elastic as it was in my teens. There are some ways that I am set in, and my mood changes moment to moment. I’m human. We all are. There will always be someone to point out our flaws. Someone to tell us what we are not doing right. The only person we can restrain from such behaviors is ourselves.
The language we speak to ourselves will determine the outcome of our day. It is responsible for our mood, whether or not we workout, and if we are going to eat what we know does not feel right internally. Many women do not take the time daily to stare lovingly at their reflection in the mirror, yet will make no apologies for staring at a beautiful stranger. Similarly, we women are more likely to become bashful when we are complimented on our beauty.
There is nothing more beautiful and alive than imperfections. We have been taught the wrong information about beauty. There are too many variations for one standard to be set. We have to teach our daughters better. We have to let them know that the gap between their teeth is gorgeous, the tight curls in their hair are exquisite, and that every single freckle is a gift. The most important way to create this change, is to start by seeing the beauty in ourselves.