Twelve

 

Thought Train Tuesday:

Today I’ve decided to include another one of my personal writings.  It’s something I’ve had swishing around in my mind for a while now, and it feels more appropriate than ever.  I see so many people, women especially, competing with one another and trying to tear each other down.  Why?  We are all unique and full of worth in our own special ways.  We need to see each other through, to lift each other up.  Look around – you probably see beauty and quality everywhere around you.  In architecture, in automobiles, in flora and fauna, in clothing and accessories – so why not also in people?   Think of the world you live in as a giant art hall.  The people around you are moving exhibits.  You’re not going to love every person, but appreciate them either way; appreciate the qualities that you love in someone, and appreciate that you might not feel connected to others.  Art is evolutionary; artists hone their skills over years and years of practice, failure and accomplishment.  Appreciate then, too, that the moving exhibits around you are the same.

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“What people in the world think of you is really none of your business.” – Martha Graham

I have no desire to be perfect.  I find it an insult to my character to be referred to this way.  To be perfect means to have reached an end, to stop – stop growing, stop learning, stop evolving.  I am flawed, in many ways, and I am wonderful in many others.  Nothing about me is perfect, but I am a priceless masterpiece.  I am a work of art.

Art is meant to be flawed; that is what makes it incredibly beautiful.  It displays proudly every ridge and crooked line.  It doesn’t pick and choose what it shows.  It doesn’t care what you think because it doesn’t matter.  Your opinion doesn’t change it.  It simply is, alive and raw, and giving a damn for no one.  You may notice every out-of-place element and conclude that this renders it ugly, a monstrosity.  No matter; though you disagree, its beauty remains intact.  Strong and steadfast, under scrutinizing light, it does not falter.

What if we all began to see ourselves as works of art?  Our souls are the artist of our bodily canvas.  None can take the beauty that is subjective to your opinion alone.  After all, what others think of you is none of your business.  What you think of you is, and you’re still beautiful and strong; you possess unwavering merit.

XXOO

PS:  I am OBSESSED with these incredible DUNE boots that I just acquired.  Fun, creative sunnies from SunglassSpot – TONS of adorable styles, and super super affordable.  Also, featuring my favourite jacket from Le Chateau – I’ve had so long I could probably say that it’s vintage haha!

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