Freckles.
I remember when I was a child, my mother was told that she should get my freckles burnt off. They supposedly ruined my face. This suggestion given by a woman whose teenage daughter had recently had a nose job. (This article is certainly not a judgement on people’s choice to alter their appearance, the message goes deeper).
Fortunately, no such burning off took place. I love my freckles. I always have. I love the way they intensify in Summer, the way they fade in Winter, the way they fleck my body, from nose to toes.
I remember as a teenager, a so called friend (and many others with the burning need to point out the obvious), pointed out how small my breasts apparently are. It wasn’t the comparison that offended me, it was the intention behind the words. She had found something she felt was a supposed flaw in me, and couldn’t wait to point it out, bring me down a notch (I apparently needed it).
Well, I love my breasts. I always have, although I didn’t dare admit it. Society told me they must be of a certain form to be attractive, so, for many years I put up with uncomfortable over-padded, wired hell.
The list of supposed imperfections that make up our bodies could be endless. I know I had a running list of what I hated, as informed by others (directly and indirectly) and as assumed all on my own, often by comparisons.
I recently read about the way water reacts to negative and positive thoughts, words and tone. In summary, by exposing the water samples to opposing stimuli and then freezing it, Scientist found there was a significant difference in the ice crystals that were formed. The samples that were treated with kindness and love produced a beautiful lattice of strong crystals. The samples that were smothered with hate, produced brittle, poorly formed crystals that crumbled with ease.
How does this apply to us? We are water. It is our greatest composition. How we think and talk to ourselves, matters, like a lot!
These days I am much closer to a place of loving all of me. It is liberating and healing. Of course I still have my days when insecurities rear their nagging head. But for the most part I can finally admit that I am beautiful. (And not because I am up myself... OOO this is a topic I’ll dive into one day! But because it is a healthy awareness that is necessary for every human).
We all have beauty within us, if we choose to see it and focus on it. Of course, I strongly believe that we should work on being the best, healthiest versions of ourselves. But key word here, OURSELVES. Our body needs our love. Nourish it. Move it. Think and tell it that it is a marvelous, wonderful existence. Why? Because everyone of your cells is listening!
To your health and healing, all you beautiful souls. xx Milla
