Kindergarten school picture 1956 |
When I looked in the mirror, I didn’t feel pretty at all. I thought I looked like a boy. I missed my curls. I had heard people say how darling they were. Mother would even get them wet and scrunch them. I loved it when Mother would touch my hair or stroke my arm. She reserved her hugs for Dad until she grew older and we were adults.
I was in my 50’s before I started hearing people tell me I was beautiful. It was after I had let go of a lifetime of baggage and opened my heart to love again. While on a boating trip, I glanced at a young girl walking toward me in the distance. Before I realized who it was, I was struck by how stunningly beautiful she was. I kept my eyes on her as she walked closer, noticing that her beautiful features were almost exactly like mine. It finally landed, the swan had arrived. The young girl was my daughter Jessica.
I visualize daily my beautiful being until I breathe it into expression!