Please HELP me by voting??
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
I did something I've wanted to do for several years-I finally entered the More Magazine Beauty search contest. It's essentially a popularity contest, meaning the person with most votes wins. I've never asked much from my SP community, although I've received more support than I ever could have imagined, but I would so greatly appreciate it if you'd log on to More Magazine's site and cast your vote for me at www.more.com/events/cont
Here's what I posted in response to why I feel more beautiful now than at any other time in my life....it also happens to be what I believe, and even writing it was a bit of a revelation for me.
Grace and peace,
Love makes me beautiful. Seeing myself through the eyes of my husband taught me to appreciate the beauty he sees. I remember the look in his eyes meeting mine on our wedding day; I wanted to be everything he saw, and all he would desire. I still do. Being loved--beautiful. Watching my body change during pregnancies was beautiful. Evolving from girl to woman, woman to wife, and wife to mother was remarkable and terrifying. It had very little to do with me, and everything to do with the experience itself. It happened as I waited. I’ve never been more afraid than I was at the moment my husband placed our firstborn in my arms. She was breathtaking, and I participated in giving her life. 14 years later I am equally dazzled. My son says I am beautiful. Loving a son and raising a man are among the most powerful things a woman can do. It is an honor and a joy. Joy--beautiful, and for me, motherhood too. Sorrow made me strong, and strength is beautiful. Losing the father I adored taught me to be brave. Losing a friend too soon, after a quarter of our lives spent as girlfriends, wives, mothers and co-conspirators taught me to be fearless, honest, and brave...letting people know how special they are every time I have the chance. Honesty, and learning to get there--beautiful. So, why do I feel more beautiful now? Because I learned that life is a gift. I can appreciate simple joy, which means there is always reason to be hopeful, and happy. And happiness--beautiful.