I looked again.
That woman was me.
In those millaseconds, before my ego and all my stories and conditioning came into play, I was moved by who I saw in the mirror. And when all the veils of illusion were lifted for a brief moment, I thought she was beautiful. So beautiful that I thought she was striking and filled with light, softness, and feminine loveliness.
When I realized the woman was me, I teared up for a moment. My oh my, how we have learned to not SEE ourselves for who we really are. Shining, glowing, lovely, and beautiful.
I’d like to spend the next forty years believing in my beauty.
You, too, are beautiful. A soul shining. A lovely woman. To be regarded, adored, and honored.
Anything else is a lie we have been believing for too long. Enough.
It’s time now that we believe in our innate beauty. And shine.