What I love about myself: my soulful sensitivity that pains over injustices, and my incessant rebelliousness that becomes revved to fight against them.
My biggest challenge in accepting my body and beauty: is feeling as if my body betrays me when it is not as strong as I’d like it to be – when it becomes easily fatigued climbing a mountain or anxious at the prospect of revealing my wholeness. I vigilantly fight against internalizing my body’s limitations and constantly reassure myself that there is beauty even in weakness.
My biggest support in learning to appreciate myself: My husband, my lover, my pro-bono pyschiatrist who daily affirms that I am strong, stunning, and only slightly insane.
Beauty is: Awe for the Creator and the miracle of her creation.
Why I am strong: Because my vulnerability leads me towards a more receptive heart and a more compassionate mind towards all of humanity.
Why I am beautiful: Other than my fantastically small breasts and freckled skin, I am beautiful because I feed off the light of the Spirit instead of relying on the world’s gaze for my energy.
What women must know: That there is beauty in the unknown, the unfinished, the undone, the unraveled. When we give voice to our imperfections and impurities without demeaning ourselves, we are birthed into a community of truth and humility. And when we finally allow ourselves the grace to be exactly who we are, vibrantly disheveled beings, we grow strong by seeing ourselves as a valuable part of the wholeness of humanity.