I Admire This Woman: Me
It’s not conceit. It’s not arrogance. It’s simply me, finally seeing the truth. The woman I most admire most is me. Sweet me.
It’s been years in the making, years of looking in the mirror as though it was fogged from an overly hot shower. I’ve spent years believing that to like myself I had to look a certain way, like they do in the magazines or on T.V. I had to be all to everyone, all the time. Big fat expletives (or swears as my kids call it), to all that nonsense. Profanities to all those lies! I realize the truth with curves and all, crooked nose from a soccer ball to the face, jiggly bits and cellulite and laugh lines. All these things show that I have LIVED, I have LOVED and finally I can look in the mirror and see me.
I see a bad ass mom who advocates for her kids – for their schooling, for their extra support, for a world that has a better understanding of epilepsy and medical use for CBD. I see a full time worker who balances a healing practice on the side and is in the middle of creating videos with brilliant entrepreneurs to bring the message of hope and healing in a time when it’s most needed to those who most need it.
I see a baker and singer of Disney songs. I see a crafter with sparkles and an amateur photographer. I see a wife, a friend, a super hugger and a baker, par excellence.
I see beauty in the freckles; I see a sparkle in my eyes. I finally get it. I am perfect just the way I am.
The Huna principle ALOHA: “to be happy with” is tangible and applicable to me too! I am so glad to finally have met this amazing person that I am. The mirror is no longer foggy. It’s about time. She’s pretty freaking awesome!
This woman I see in the mirror, she is a role model.
Who looks back at you from your mirror?