Monday, July 11, 2011
Wastin' Our Time with All This Perfectionism Crap
I love the lighting in this photo. I love the framing. I love my neck and my back and the way the tutu sticks out, riding a bit away from me thanks to my strong and slightly-round dancer butt.
There is a lot I love in this photo.
Yet I almost could not bring myself to share it, because of my still-insistent perfectionism that whispered in my ear with her acidic, nasty, cutting voice: "Yeah...you think you've come a long way, but look at your upper arms..."
Well, we wouldn't want to fall too deeply in love with ourselves, now would we?
We wouldn't want to just accept our innate perfect beauty that is a physical manifestation of the Infinite in the flesh and blood now.
No. That would mean we would have tons of energy for other things. We would just move from this place of knowing that we simply deserve to be here by virtue of our existence. We might actually then tap into the potential power that we are as conduits for all that is and will be.
No. If we accepted and loved ourselves totally unconditionally, holding nothing back, we might then radiate that love out toward everyone who comes into contact with us.
We might change the freaking world.
It is much easier to listen to Miss Nasty and hate our arms.
What I want to hear from you:
No need to reassure me about my arms; that is not the point here. This is just a story to illustrate a larger point.
Instead I would love to hear how you are loving yourself more.
What are you doing to radiate your beauty and love into the world?
If you weren't wasting your time being mean to yourself, what do you imagine you could accomplish?