Can you imagine a world where we all looked like Barbie? (Ira Levin did… he called it “Stepford Wives.”)
We all have something… for me it’s age spots. And wrinkles. And bulging forehead veins. And REALLY ugly feet. And grey hair. Lots of it.
I used to pluck my grey hairs… and told myself I’d stop when I turned 40. But then 40 came and went… and I still couldn’t bear them.
And then my beloved husband Travis died unexpectedly. 3 months after the birth of our daughter.
My world imploded… in such a short time, the most miraculous and joyful AND the most earth-shattering devastating events of my life.
And on the outside, for my daughter, and for the pure sake of survival, I held it together. I put on a brave face. I found the positive within the devastation. I went on with life. I smiled when people nervously asked how I was doing. Not wanting to make them feel uncomfortable, and just trying to make it through the day… but all the while worrying that because I was outwardly being so “strong,” it looked like I must not have loved Travis enough.
And so… as the one visible sign of how hard this had been… I let my gray hairs grow. And I wore them proudly. As a sign of what I’d survived.
You, too, are a survivor.
And you have so much to be proud of.
And if your outward appearance shows a little wear and tear… it is your Badge of Honor. You are a survivor. You’ve made it this far.
And you are beautiful.
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