Friday, July 4, 2014

Mirror, Mirror...

...on the wall, whose the fairest of them all?  What do you see when you look in the mirror?  A face?  A body?  Do you love it or hate it?  Or is it just okay?

Most of us will never completely love or hate what we see unless, we're a narcissist or have a body dysmorphic disorder. Most of us just try do the best we can with what we were given, warts and all.  Or do we...

When we look in the mirror do we ever look beyond the glass?  Do we ever see the authentic self shine behind the physical form?  Or do we despair and focus on our too large nose, crooked teeth or frizzy hair.  What if, instead, we considered the true beauty behind the mirrored reflection?  Or even better, what if we realized that the  physical image is a mirage, ever changing, has flimsy as a vapor?  What if we saw the truth...

Like the gentle spirit that keep our eyes intent on an other's broken heart...

Like our infectious sense of humour that brings smiles to an other's lips...

Like our sensitive soul who would happily donate our long, kinky hair in the creation of a beautiful wig for those  undergoing chemo...

Or like our compassionate heart that would share a kidney or bone marrow to redeem an other's life...

These are only a few of the beautiful qualities the mirror fails to reveal, if all you observe is the too thick waist or too short legs.  Look beyond the glass.  See the true vision of whom you were created to be and share this wisdom with other women in your life.  More importantly...


once seen, cast off all vain glory, so you may align the mirror to reflect and bless others.  Choose to renounce that a dress size, hair style or body type exemplifies true beauty.  If you are able, inspire a young girl to shed this world's definition of beauty so, she'll be more likely to nurture the fragile seedlings that grow radiant character, the source of real loveliness.

Mirror, mirror on the wall.  Whose the fairest of them all?

Perhaps, one day the answer will lie in the sight of a young mother making time to visit the lonely, aged widow, the gentle smile and proffered heart to the bullied peer or the quiet kindness given a wounded soul.  After all...

why can't real life have happy endings, too?