There is nothing more stunning than to wake up, finally, and realize that you're perfect. Just the way you are. With your slightly sagging parts and your little wrinkles around your eyes and those funny little hairs popping out in all kinds of weird places. Perfect.
It doesn't happen easily, I think. And for some, it never happens at all. But when you get there, if you choose to go there, it is one of the most graceful things you can live. I used to hear people talk about "when I turned 50..." and I wondered why it was 50. Why did it take so long? How come you didn't get that before?
Truth is, it took me that long too. I figure it just happens when it's supposed to. Everything does. When it did, it was a spectacular realization. I was actually able to look in the mirror and love what I saw. The image staring back at me was one of beauty, and kindness and a really terrific smile. She was a 'looker' (as my Daddy used to say). I was 8 days shy of my 50th birthday.
Since that time, it's much easier for me to see those who are not comfortable in their skin. It's sad, to me. They go to plastic surgeons and have all sorts of hideous things done to themselves, all in the name of "youthfulness". They starve themselves and beat themselves up for their so-called imperfections, all the while blind to the beauty they hold...right there inside. Sad. Impossibly sad.
I have found, however, that the more I share the beauty that is my Self, the more people are open to their own. It seems that the 'glow' I wear kind of rubs off on them. They ask questions about what products I use or where I work out. Or other such silliness. And always, always, I say something like, "Well, I bathe with shea butter soap and I eat my 6 meals a day and I do Qi Gong...and I smile a lot. I'm grateful, and appreciative and utterly loved. That's pretty much it. Oh...and I love chocolate."
Snicker. Snicker. Right.
Well, it's the truth. The glow that emanates from those of us who have realized their true beauty doesn't come from a jar. Or sweat. Or angst. It comes from a knowing that we are ALL perfection. Every single one of us. Perfect because we are all Children of the Universe, loved by The One...and eternally growing into more of ourselves. And if that sounds like a bunch of fluff, it's probably because you're not there yet. I pray, with my heart, that you will be soon. Because getting comfortable in one's skin is the key to a joyful, healthy, happy Life.
Ready?
Camille Strate
Camille Strate is a blossoming Being who spends much of her time writing. She also spends an immense amount of time crafting magickal treasures out of wood. When she makes time for it, she rolls around in the grass with her dogs and cat, pretending to be 9 years old. More often than not, she's got a smile on her face & a whole boat-load of love in her heart. Visiting
her website is highly recommended.
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