Dear thighs … we need to talk.
Today I’m going to celebrate The Beauty of a Woman
–and how my thighs got trumped by the strength of my spirit.
“Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tomorrow, February 10th, is going to be a very special day and I’m honored to be a part of it. Today many writers, including yours truly, are dedicating their blogs to celebrate the Beauty of a Woman. This is the brainchild of the lovely August McLaughlin. Please click on her name to visit her blog and you will see that she radiates a beauty from within and she wants us all to share in the beauty that is inside each of us. Most importantly, visit her blog tomorrow to participate in the Beauty of a Woman BlogFest. You can tour the links to over 30 blog pieces and you can even WIN PRIZES, including a Kindle Touch, gift cards book and more!
“Our hearts are drunk with a beauty our eyes could never see.”
George W. Russell
The moment I heard about this blog fest, I knew I was in. But, what should I write about? How did I define the Beauty of a Woman? My very first thought, cross my heart, was how I finally accepted my thighs. Yes, I thought, “Dear thighs, I forgive you. I no longer hate you.” But could I write an entire blog about my thighs and how many years I resented them, like ever since I was a squishy, squeezable toddler?
Sure I could hash things out with my thighs on a public forum but even though my thighs and I are still not BFFs, I just don’t hate them anymore. Furthermore, my thighs, or any other part of my body, has very little to do with my concept of true beauty. This wasn’t always the case. I spent so many years agonizing over the muscular curves of my legs, the size of my clothes, the number on that blasted, cursed scale. Well, I liberated myself from that self-deprecating load years ago. (And threw away the scale to boot!!) Having three children and nursing them from my own body made me appreciate what a miracle a woman’s body is and how within that body blossoms a spirit more beautiful than any perfect body could ever be. While I do work hard for a fit and healthy body … that is still not how I define the beauty that is a woman.
“Beauty… when you look into a woman’s eyes and see what is in her heart.” Nate Dircks
True beauty is the spirit and soul of a person. True beauty is shown in how we love ourselves, what we believe we are capable of, who we impact by our kindness towards others. True beauty embraces love and life and shares its joy. A spirit that is giving and gracious holds immense value and abundant beauty.
“Taking joy in living is a woman’s best cosmetic.”
I spent the last couple weeks taking note of things that embody the Beauty of a Woman to me. I’d like to share them with you.
Faith in love – A heart willing to love is the purest form of beauty. Even a broken heart is beautiful for it allowed itself to experience love … and it will love again.
Motherhood – How a woman nurtures life within her. How she feeds a brand new life from her own body. How the moment she has a child, her heart will forever live outside of her body.
Animals – True beauty of a spirit is shown through kindness and empathy towards animals.
Whimsy – Someone who is not afraid to be silly and make fun of themselves.
Loyalty – Someone who will drop everything to be there for someone who needs them no matter how busy they are. Someone who will defend and stand strong for the honor of another at all costs.
Joy – A spontaneous burst of laughter, belly giggles, an irrepressible smile.
Strength – Of spirit, of conviction, of body, of mind.
Weakness – Not being afraid to acknowledge your weaknesses and having the courage to strengthen them.
Imperfection — We aren’t meant to be perfect, and nobody is. Our imperfections are the unique parts of our character.
Appreciation of the beauty in others is a reflection of our own and it is then that the true Beauty of a Woman shines bright for the world to see.