I glance in the mirror.
I like what I see.
I’m staring down fifty like a semi without any brakes.
I look this way and that, observing the years etched across my face.
Half Century looming…
Full life blooming.
I can’t look away.
The reflection knowingly smiles.
I grin back.
No rejection or disgust, a first.
Only acceptance and love; an honest appraisal.
A glance in the mirror.
I like who I see.
June 9, 2018
“Circle” by Megan Burmester
Our culture is obsessed with beauty, outward beauty. What makes a woman truly beautiful? I’ve encountered beauty in women. Here are my observations.
Women that hold their scars (visible and invisible) gently, knowing they are beauty marks. Women that can laugh in the face of adversity. Women that aren’t afraid to feel and validate all of their feelings. Women that choose not to color their hair after chemo and let the “hair glitter” crown their glorious heads. Women that face their own brokenness with courage. Women that accept their limitations. Women that come alongside others, encouraging and cheering. Women that head into the darkness of their own pain and keep walking, despite the fear. Women that are honest with themselves and others. Women who love themselves, just as they are.
When have you observed beauty, true beauty in women?