Forty-seventh face.
Thursday, March 17th, 2011You know what? I’m tired.
I’m tired of the fact that people cannot see their own worth.
Joy sent me her photo a few weeks ago, with an apology. She said that she looked terrible, but this was the best photo she had of herself. She told me how she hated her curly hair, and she could see her wrinkles, and that her eyebrows needed to be tweezed. She practically said, “I’m sorry that I’m so hideous, but I’d really like you to paint my face.”
I immediately wrote back to tell her that I’d be honored to paint her face, that I’ve always wanted curly hair, and that I think she’s absolutely beautiful.
It got me to thinking, and I asked Joy if I could write about this and use her as an example. She graciously consented, so I want to ask you. What stops you from recognizing your own worth? What makes you doubt that you’re any thing but amazing? What keeps you from seeing yourself as anything other than a creature of stunning beauty? Seriously.
No, seriously. Why can’t we all recognize the magnificence of who we are?
This is probably a longer discussion than I can fit in a newsletter, so we’ll leave it at this.
You are fabulous.
And so is Joy.









