Embrace the suck

Insecurities, self confidence and self image are what haunt many women today.   Too thin, too fat, too tall, too short, too pretty, and not pretty enough and the list of self critisism goes on endlessly.   According to this bohemian, this syndrom should be labled as emotional, self mutilation.

There are a considerable amount of contributing factors that could result in many woman (sadly too many) becoming emotional self-mutilation suffers.  The most common contributor would be society, advocating the picture perfect  image of what todays ( seemingly )  ‘perfect woman’  represent, how she should look, what she should wear, what the acceptable and preferd weight should be, her make-up, vocabluary, career choice, all the way down to what she should eat, how often she should eat, how many children she should have, even what toothbrush she should use to assist her in fulfillinbg this perfect role portrayed by  todays ‘societies standards.  

Another is the mirror......in its reflection; we see only our version of the truth.  Cringing at each and every yukky bit (each ones own perceptiopn of yukky, obviously).   After observing the monster in the mirror, we proceed to manipulate the vision before us, performing the suggested camoflage regime making us ucceptable to society.  In truth we are not seeing our own reflection, what we are looking at through our own criticle eyes are our very own feelings of inadequacy. 

   How marvelous wouldn’t it be if we could face truth and embrace who we are rather than constantly compare ourselves to society’s model image of who we, as woman are supposed to be?  Wouldnt it be wonderful if would stop believing that our differences make us superior or inferior to one another?   Can you imagine how incredibly harmonious the world would be if we (woman spesifically) accepted, embraced and even loved ourselves just they way God made us to be.  We wouldnt spend hours antagonising over our ‘flaws’ but rather understand that each and every thing us difines who we are.  We would save astronamicle amounts of money if we would get the stupid idea of competing with others, trying to be prettier, blonder, thinner, richer, .....

If we could just learn to BE and BE happy about BEING our entire world would change considerably.

The reflection in the mirror would tell a different story.....a story of truths, of self confidence and radiant beauty from within.  We would see who we really are and learn to love ourselves  in our own perfection, the contour of your face, the shape of your body, the tone of your skin, the colour of your eyes..........this would all count as the perfect wrapping for the beautiful woman inside.  Your self confidence, your belief in yourself and your security in the acceptance of who you are makes any ‘exterior wrapping’ beautiful.   Even if youb dont believe in some things, alwasy believe in you. 

   In my opinion, it is not up to the mirror to affirm my appearance or society to pre-describe who I should be.  It is entirely up to me to choose between declaring war or embracing the suck I’ve decided is there, staring back at me.  It is up to me to choose between self confidence and insecurity.   Insecurity will end up  leading me along the path of an ever hate for mirror’s and following the ‘guidance’ of society,  where as by choosing  self confidence, I create my own path by believing in the power and beauty which comes from within myself.  It is therefore that I decided to embrac e the suck, the yukky’s i see in the mirror.  In doing so I have discovered a treasure in the words of a friend who reminded me that what I see as Yukky, somebody else sees as yummy! 

I recieved a beautiful message earlier on this week that I have to share with you in the hopes that it will help you see the beauty in your very own suck.  The message read, “You devour the smell of a rose, you are in awe for the stars, and yet you ignore the grace of your own being?  How is it that you see yourself?   What is it that you tell yourself?  You call yourself stupid?  You call yourself dumb?  You call yourself fat?  You call skinny?

Would you call the rose stupid?  Would you call the stars dumb?  Aren't you made of the same molecules?

If for one moment you could grasp your own divinity,if for one moment you could get in touch with your infinity, if for one moment you could feel the miracle of your own being, if you would understand the grace of your own being , you would look upon yourself as a miracle  and you would be stunned by your own beauty.”  

   Tomorrow as you look in the mirror while applying your war paint for the day, take a moment to look at yourself, and i mean look, not scrutinise. Instead of cringing and critisizing, be bold and surprise yourself by embrasing your suck. Take a moment of inssanity and tell the mirror, “thank you, but your opinion is no longer necessary.”    Take a moment and be in awe for yourself.  Feel the grace of your own being.

 WOW look at you now! Beautifully yummy and wearing your self named yukky with confidence.  Lady, you are beautiful!!

Glitter greetings (and all things shiny)

Bohemian B