My sister called me today (did I mention we call each other every day?) and said, “So, did you do it?”
“Do what?” I said.
“Don’t play crazy with me, bitch. You said you would.”
“It’s stupid. We’re too old for this crap.”
“We’ll never be too old for it and you know it. Go in the bathroom and do it, or you can forget about calling me for the next six months.”
“No, you are. Go in there and do it. Or, are you afraid? Come on, I dare you.”
That’s all it took. A dare. She knew me well.
I walked into the bathroom, paused before the mirror and said, “I’m beautiful”.
One, two, three… nothing.
I said it again, “I’m beautiful”.
This time I smiled.
I won’t lie to you; I felt like a dumb ass.
One, two, three…louder now, “I’m beautiful!”
I started to giggle.
I pursed my lips like a duck the same way my son’s girlfriends do on Facebook.
I started to laugh at the silliness of it all and realized she was right.
My sister was right; loving yourself begins by accepting who you are, flaws and all.
Loving yourself entails self acceptance, honoring who you are, and more importantly, recognizing that you are unique.
There is no one else like you.
“I’m beautiful. I’m beautiful..,” my chant continued, this time followed by a little spin.
And then, a little dance.
I shook my hair left and right like the women in the shampoo commercials.
At that precise moment, the Significant Other walked into the bathroom and asked, “What the hell are you doing?”
I simply replied, “Oh nothing. Just recognizing I’m beautiful.”
When was the last time you looked in the mirror and told yourself you’re beautiful?
Did it feel silly or natural?
If you haven’t done it before, will you try it?