This morning when i caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, the image staring back at me appeared beautiful.  I was so moved by this, that I started to cry.   That’s odd – I thought to myself.  I’ve never really seen this before, and I’ve looked in the mirror plenty of other times.

-And why am I crying about it?  My inside voice reminded me of how (typically) hard I am on myself…you know, just your average perfectionist and self-critic…

To top it off, i had just woken up.  It was not a case of me on my way out the door to party with the girls or go on a hot date.  No – i was in my scuzzy robe — no make-up –  hair kind of stuck to my head.  Clearly the beauty I was seeing  was not about surface attractiveness.  That was the amusing part.

Then I thought, hmmmm, do I now see myself as a beautiful person?  I took another look in the mirror and my internal critic came back.  I looked as I had before this aha moment.  To experiment, I redid the exercise a couple more times and it happened again — seeing beauty and then through the lens of a critic…

I don’t know exactly what to make of this, but think something is changing inside of me.  It’s as though i’m beginning to appreciate something magnificent — coming from the inside out…

-And what if I am able to learn how to see myself as a truly beautiful being??  -And more importantly, what if other women (we as a whole) experience this and are able to tap into the beauty inside of ourselves?

In a society with so much pressure to be perfect, wouldn’t it be lovely to access the light that shines from within and that can be seen from the outside?  That would be a beautiful thing!