This picture is part of a failed Christmas gift I tried to make for the Hubby. I just ran out of time, did a sloppy job, and then hated the results.
Funnier than me trying to pull of a last minute Christmas miracle is how much I’ve looked at this picture and torn myself apart, scrutinizing every last detail.
Here are the things I cannot change:
My nose. I’ve hated it since the first time another kid made fun of it in Fifth Grade. It’s not a small nose. I can fit a quarter in my nostril (my brother can fit three in his!). My mom always reminds me that it works great, so I shouldn’t complain. She’s right. It’s the one thing on my body that likes to run.
The age spots on my face. Oh, I did look into a cream from my dermatologist that would fade them, but it was over $100. I’m just too cheap for that fix! I keep reminding myself that these spots are the result of being able to enjoy a life oustide in the warm sun. I like to think of them as the royal family of my freckle kingdom.
The crows feet by my eyes. They make me feel old. But, I have to remember that they are my laugh lines. They are the result of being married to a man who makes me laugh every single day and kids who do the funniest things.
The fact that I have no upper lip. Just a thin lippish thing that disappears the minute I smile. Nothing short of collagen (ew) or a fat lip from being elbowed by RedDog is going to plump that bad boy up. But I have to keep in mind that it’s still good for kissing Owlies, reluctant teenagers and hot Hubbies.
Now, you may look at this picture and think, “Stop it! There is nothing wrong with you! You are great!” And you would be right.
But what if I put a picture of YOU up? Would you be as kind to yourself? Or would you start pointing out the negative?
Here is what I can change: I can give myself a break. I can love myself and not beat myself up. I can stop continually pointing out my flaws, my failures and my insecurities. I can look for the good in myself. I can change my attitude about me. I can try, for one minute, to see myself as God sees me.
I am so tired of women being horrible to women. I am so tired of women being mean to themselves.
Will you try to give yourself a break this week? Will you think about something you’ve done well today? Will you go one step further and tell me, here on this blog, something great about you?
Let’s make this change together, because you and me . . . we are AWESOME!