Slices of Beauty

I went for a walk with my business partner yesterday, just a quick 15 minutes to break up our day and stop our eyes from going bug-eyed. And we were talking about things that women talk about on 15-minute walks - life, men, hairdressers and pedicures. And she says to me in passing, very matter-of-factly,

'Well you're just so beautiful overall, Karen. You energy is so good, I wish I had a little more of that.'

And I was so shocked, I didn't even know what to say.

Except, well my goodness, thank you.

I mention it because it is astonishing to me that other people think I'm beautiful. And not only that I'm beautiful but that I have overall beauty.

This isn't something I've ever thought about myself. I believe there are parts of me that are beautiful. There are things I like about myself, but it terms of what my ideal of beauty is, well. I mean I'm no super model.

But then, what is that even? Supermodel? How ridiculous. And antiquated. In fact, I AM a supermodel.

It's gotten me realizing that it's time to question what my ideal of beauty is (which by the way, skinny to me = beautiful) and to just fucking stop the bullshit of not believing this to be true about myself.

It doesn't serve me, and it's certainly not attractive and It's time to see that my value is not judged by the number on the scale, the dress size, the image reflected in the mirror.

So cliche, and boring, and old all this self-esteem nonsense.

Really, I'm ready to grow out of it. And love and embrace my fabulousness. Love myself as much as others do.

Yes, please.