Yesterday, I read a blog post about the author’s “Year of Living Ugly”. It really resonated with me. When I was young, I was severely burnt and was left with a scarred torso. The physical pain eventually faded, but the emotional pain remained. That scar ruled my life. It affected everything from how I felt about myself to what I wore to what I did to what I said. It was my own Life of Living Ugly.
I did my best to work on the inside, and to convince myself that it was the inside that would matter, because it was all I thought I had. But the work on the inside is never done. And somehow it was never enough. It was only recently that I realized the problem was that I never really believed that it was the inside that would matter. Well, I believed that it was true for others, but that somehow I was the exception. [Clearly, the ego is powerful.]
I share this not to solicit sympathy or compliments. I share this because I think it is a good example of how we usually show less kindness and love to our own self than we show to others. It took me almost 25 years to learn that the body is really a physical container for the soul and to treat it accordingly, and to see the truth that lies in Kahlil Gibran’s quote, “Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.” My hope for you is that you know this already. Because there is no one else like you in the world – and you truly are beautiful.