We become self-conscious as we age. We learn to want to be dressed approprietely. We want to look thin. We become self-critical of what we wear and how it fits us. We choose our clothes differently when we are forty than when we are four, and the feelings we have wearing them change too. As adults, even if we find something that makes us feel beautiful or particularly handsome, we are always a bit unsure. It is not enough that we love it ourselves. We care what other people think, and it has to pass their test too.
Let's take a lesson from little girls, and little boys too, in their superman capes and army fatigues. Let's adorn ourselves in the way that pleases us most. Let's decorate our bodies with delight. Let's feel our beauty. Let's know it. Let's be it! Beauty, it seems to me, is how we wear ourselves more than what we look like. Let's wear ourselves with confidence. Let's enjoy our bodies and faces and the wonder of our physical being-ness. Let's drop our self-consciousness and dress ourselves with joy!
I feel the beauty of being who I am, exactly as I am- imperfect physically, but perfectly me!
