“It
doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful.”
This beautiful simple truth grabbed my attention when I first
started following the Nestor’s blog, Nesting Place, a little over a year ago. It resonated in my soul. I loved it. I found
myself absently repeating it to myself over and over, meditating on it if you
will. There was something more in that statement for me, I just knew
it. It hit me all in a flash. A moment of clarity.
If it doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful…
Could it mean that I don’t have to be
perfect to be beautiful, either?
I think I actually gave a sigh of relief.
I don’t have to be perfect to be beautiful. I don’t have
to be anything to be beautiful.
I just have to…be.
The world lies to us when it comes to real beauty. So do
the ad agencies, the diet shake makers, the fashion magazines and the dress designers
and the makeup companies and all the rest of those ‘image makers’ who kept us
doubting ourselves as we measured ourselves
against their styles, their standards, their perfection and ourselves lacking. Where ever we go, they’re all around. All of
their lying voices constantly whispering telling us how we don’t measure up.
Telling us how beautiful we’re not.
Stop it. Stop listening. Stop believing them. They are
lying. You’ve got your own beauty, your own style and we’re
going to celebrate it.
It doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful. And neither do you.
When was the first time someone told you that you were beautiful?
When was the last time?
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
What do you wish you'd see?
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
What do you wish you'd see?
Let's talk.
