Mirror... behind
Last week i took the time to look in the mirror. i know i have to do this more often, and i have to appreciate all that i've got..all that i am. What is beautiful? Is it something that you see or is it something that you feel? Who judges what and who is beautiful?
i can remember being around a group of vanilla's and most were sitting there critizing what others were wearing, and the what knots of life as if any of this is truly important. i sat there for a time, not really listening and yet things didn't feel right. i excused myself and went to the washroom, when i returned they were still at it.. more judgements. Why? What's the point to it all. Don't they judge themselves in this way? So of course the lil domme boots (just the expression) came on, and i asked, "are you happy with the way you look tonight?" It wasn't directed to one individual, it was to all. They sat there for a time just staring, as if i didn't fit in. They are right, i don't fit in to a group like this.
No matter what/who we are, we are what we are. So why not appreciate the person in front of us, including ourselves when we look into the mirror. No, i am no where near the sexiest woman (named for this year..) Kate Moss. I am no Cindy Crawford, or whomever is the up and coming model. No i don't have the long legs up to my ears.
What i do have is hips. i've mentioned this before. i have wide hips that have helped me carry my two beautiful children those child bearing years. Hips are great to hold onto. They are beautiful and help me have an hourglass figure. I might have that perfect hourglass figure however i do have hips that sway from side to side when i am walking down the hallway. There are so many things that a person can do with their hips. They just have to take the time to learn how to do it properly.
Which brings me to something else. i've always loved the expression "more to love"... i have love handles, (though i wonder who started to call them that, and why?). When i am bent down on the floor there is something to hold onto to keep me steady or to help me move...no matter what is the reason, it is a handle none the less.
Am i strange to apprecate these things that i have, NO! *smiles* i am beauituful in my own way. i have to remind myself when i lose sight of it. i am beautiful because i know who i am, i know what my goals are. i know that i have a kind heart and i try my best to sucessed in the things that matter to me.
You see, i have pale skin, so whether in candle light, in the moonlight, in the sunlight or limelight, my skin is pale. The slightest touch will make my skin tingle. The marks of a strap will show even with one swing. It might not be red, but it will be there.
It is one of my fears, that people would laugh at me, as those at the table i was at was laughing at others....i will face my fear one day, and i will prove that there is nothing to laugh about. Sure, i will make mistakes and the teasing giggles from others will embarrass me, but this is not the same. Facing my fears, and knowing my fears takes me one step closer to believing that i am beautiful, even with my faults.
After all beautiful is found in the eye of the beholder....
i can remember being around a group of vanilla's and most were sitting there critizing what others were wearing, and the what knots of life as if any of this is truly important. i sat there for a time, not really listening and yet things didn't feel right. i excused myself and went to the washroom, when i returned they were still at it.. more judgements. Why? What's the point to it all. Don't they judge themselves in this way? So of course the lil domme boots (just the expression) came on, and i asked, "are you happy with the way you look tonight?" It wasn't directed to one individual, it was to all. They sat there for a time just staring, as if i didn't fit in. They are right, i don't fit in to a group like this.
No matter what/who we are, we are what we are. So why not appreciate the person in front of us, including ourselves when we look into the mirror. No, i am no where near the sexiest woman (named for this year..) Kate Moss. I am no Cindy Crawford, or whomever is the up and coming model. No i don't have the long legs up to my ears.
What i do have is hips. i've mentioned this before. i have wide hips that have helped me carry my two beautiful children those child bearing years. Hips are great to hold onto. They are beautiful and help me have an hourglass figure. I might have that perfect hourglass figure however i do have hips that sway from side to side when i am walking down the hallway. There are so many things that a person can do with their hips. They just have to take the time to learn how to do it properly.
Which brings me to something else. i've always loved the expression "more to love"... i have love handles, (though i wonder who started to call them that, and why?). When i am bent down on the floor there is something to hold onto to keep me steady or to help me move...no matter what is the reason, it is a handle none the less.
Am i strange to apprecate these things that i have, NO! *smiles* i am beauituful in my own way. i have to remind myself when i lose sight of it. i am beautiful because i know who i am, i know what my goals are. i know that i have a kind heart and i try my best to sucessed in the things that matter to me.
You see, i have pale skin, so whether in candle light, in the moonlight, in the sunlight or limelight, my skin is pale. The slightest touch will make my skin tingle. The marks of a strap will show even with one swing. It might not be red, but it will be there.
It is one of my fears, that people would laugh at me, as those at the table i was at was laughing at others....i will face my fear one day, and i will prove that there is nothing to laugh about. Sure, i will make mistakes and the teasing giggles from others will embarrass me, but this is not the same. Facing my fears, and knowing my fears takes me one step closer to believing that i am beautiful, even with my faults.
After all beautiful is found in the eye of the beholder....
posted by pup | 6:32 PM
2 Comments:
Faults is a harsh word and tends to conjure up the idea that there is a perfection. I would say that there are differences between individuals and that makes each of us perfect individuals does it not.
I am happy to see you blogging the mirror reflection has new strength I see.
and beauty is also found in the beholdee....
Sir,
Owner of morningstar
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