She is beautiful. Not the kind thats try hard or overdone. fake or untouchable. Red lip, flowing hair and painted nails. High waisted skirts, soft delicate skin. I see her. Curves in the places a woman should have them regardless of her actual figure. She is stunning, she is timeless and classic. She laughs playfully drinking something on the rocks. She's an image of something protected mostly guarded yet carelessly open and playful. Her lashes bat and she holds all her strength and presence in an effortless glow. Where is she? Sexy, polished, loving, charming, classic and real. She holds herself like a prize to be won, a prize worth more then money can buy. High heels, black liner, men stop and open the door for her men stop and light her cigarette. The way she holds herself is something that makes people stop and watch. Every eye is on her and she knows it but not in a way thats controlling in a way thats sincere. She's a magnet, she's contagious, she brings you to her and you may not know why. She will cry, she will be brilliant, she just will be. She already is.
I know I see her but too often see a woman thats given up, lost possibly finding herself again. In remission, in the depths of a recession. She's there but not fully herself, what if she was fully herself?
I walked into a Walmart the other day which is rare all in itself. I stopped right before I checked out and saw women all around me, they almost looked like shadows. All in what looked to be pi's, hair in a mess walking like robots. No expression, now I know this was just Walmart but I still couldn't find this woman I describe above. Although I know that each of them has it none of them actually knew it. It was sad and odd. None of them knew that the outside is a reflection of the inside. Maybe they just ran out of the house, I'm guilty of that. Maybe they have 4 kids and no time, I get it but there's something telling me that that isn't it. Sure looks aren't everything, I know but come on YOUR IN PUBLIC. In the comforts of my own home all I want is sweats and a t-shirt but thats in the comfort of those who know me.
This is to the beautiful woman, all of you. Everyone of you, ALL. The size 2(bitch;-) to the size 18, we are altogether. We are not separate. See yourself as your most beautiful self. Never let anyone take that away from you. You don't need to loss weight, you are perfect. Because no-one is like you, you are unique. Put on some lipstick and give a damn. If you don't see yourself as beautiful, no one will. There's no-one feeling sorry for yourself, but you. Come on this isn't a competition, this is a celebration because when your beautiful in the inside your outside tells the whole world that. GIve a shit for yourself not for anyone else but you. Your beautiful no-one needs to tell you that, in fact do an exercise for me. Tell yourself your beautiful until you believe it and watch what happens, others around you will notice it and start in turn telling you of your beauty because it's from within.
This is to the charming woman I respect, the ones that hold their own when I was weak I looked to you. To my sisters, going out with them pretty much sums up the energy they hold, I was lucky to get a fraction of it. Their spirit is beyond generous, their hearts are beyond open and their beauty only gets better with age.
To my beautiful mother for always being classic, always being real and teaching a little girl that beauty comes from within and the outside will follow.
