Getting older fascinates me, and I often forget that I am indeed getting older. Many years ago, a dear friend--a woman who was as wise as I was not-- and I sat at our favorite cafe in Quito, Ecuador and made a list of all the things we loved about our bodies, from head to toe. This was her idea, and she was so darn refreshing and open and okay with herself. I had never met anyone like her before--or since. It was one of the most beautiful lists I've ever made, and her way of looking at herself is how I have tried to look at myself ever since. I try really, really hard to live by those kinds of positive lists in my head instead of fixating on negative things (yes, I'm talking to you, hijacked metabolism!).
Focus on the beautiful, the little things like...
how my hair is so darn curly and flowy here, now that I have given up blowdrying it
how I love my ruddy, freckled skin even if it wrinkles faster than other types
how chambray and silver jewelry look so pretty against those freckles
how I am so much stronger physically than I was 20 years ago
how the lines around my eyes are there all the time now, not just when I smile, and yet I still think that they look beautiful and wizened
Thank you, Sharon, for teaching me to honor myself and to focus on the beauty so many years ago. I carry that lesson with me every day.