So this weekend I have been looking
at self portraits and drawing myself for the first time.

What was my face showing
me? What did I see reflected in the
mirror? Who is this person?
It was a delight to sit and
stare, search, scribble and express myself in different ways.
I'd encourage you all to have a go! Or does the idea of looking at yourself fill you with dread?
I was so saddened by how many
of the rest of the group of women sharing this experience with me were so judgmental so aggressive, so disgusted with their own faces. Noticing everything that was negative,
horrified by their own skin.
Why do we do that?
If you really can’t bare to
look at your face and spend so much energy verbally attacking yourself, what is
that doing to you?
So the thing that I’ve been
pondering is …. How could I tell those other women that they were beautiful and that they should be kind, accepting themselves, celebrating their uniqueness and delighting
in who they are?
Do people really want to
spend their whole life hating themselves?
Noticing all the imperfections? Envious
of anyone or thing that appears to have what you haven’t got? Is that easier than taking responsibility for yourself and your life?
Shouldn't we all at some point stop and really look at yourself in the mirror – warts and all!? Look at who you really are and don’t hide
from it . Meet yourself as you really
are and be truthful, frank, open.
Send yourself some love… look
in the mirror and give yourself a kiss….I know you will feel better for it.
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