What Would Happen If You Started Each Morning By Telling Yourself That You Are Beautiful?
Does someone you love tell you that you are beautiful each day? Maybe they do, maybe they don’t, but here is a better question: do you tell yourself that you are beautiful each day? I bet you don’t, but maybe you should. What would happen if you did?
Each morning we drag our tired bodies out of bed, we avert our eyes from our reflection in the mirror after removing our clothes so that we do not have to see the places where our flesh sags or bulges, we touch our skin to wash it without really feeling it, and when we are done bathing we immediately cover up again, first with a towel, then with a robe, and finally with the clothes we will wear out of the house that day.
Next, we set about taming our hair as though it is an unruly beast that cannot be trusted to behave itself without heat, product, clips, and ties even though it would look just as lovely if we made it neat and let it fall as it pleases. Then, we start in on our skin. We love on it with a little moisturizer, perhaps some SPF, and then we proceed to hide it under a pancake of foundation, and we go to great lengths, and considerable expense, to play up our best features even though they are striking just the way they are.