Recently I talked about how much I needed to acknowledge the ways I am beautiful in order to model that for my daughter. There was all kinds of talk about how as women, our beauty blossoms from our strength, or sense of humor, or intellect.
After all, how can I possibly tell this little person- or even the women that learn to dance from me- to do as I say, not as I do? "See how lovely you are!! But don't mind me as I compare myself to impossible photoshopped beauty and decide I come up short."
So, in my medieval group, a group of people are arranging a Locks for Love drive, and will be cutting/collecting the hair at an upcoming event. My hair grows very slowly, and after five years, it is only at my shoulders. But I had Drew measure it from the longest point, and it is long enough- if I cut it basically from my scalp.
I've decided to make the commitment, but I am absolutely terrified. My vanity is bucking against my decision!! So my mantra for the last few days has been, "My beauty does not come from my hair. My beauty does not come from my hair." My compassion is what is pretty. My kindness is my charm.
Yet for all my cheerleading of other women, I find myself overcome by insecurity. I'm not going to change my mind, though. I just need to keep repeating my mantra. Wish me luck!