I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror while helping my niece try on some clothes and I must say that I was disheartened by what I saw. I recognized my main features, but, at the same time, didn't really recognize myself. I always see myself (and think of myself) as young, vibrant, forever frozen in time. But the image reflected back reminded me that we are all getting older.
I should tell you that I am in my thirties, I am in pretty good shape and I really do have a great attitude towards life: I do not take it so seriously that I cannot laugh at myself when deemed appropriate. But let's face it - NO ONE wants to age. I looked at myself once then tried to avoid my visage for the rest of the time in the cramped dressing room.
Why does my face look like that? I don't remember that being there... Did that always droop like that?
Then I mentally slapped myself. 'You really need to get over yourself,' I scolded.
Prayerfully, I will continue to get older (look at the alternative!)... but gracefully. And if I really claim to love myself the way that I do, I have to love myself unconditionally. Changes are sure to come... more changes, that is. But I have to be alright with myself no matter what.
Besides, I think I'll always see myself as the young girl I think I am. I believe I can still "pass". I'm still the youngin' who still dreams with fervor, only now I have the maturity to realize the tools needed in order to successfully attain them.
It's written all over my face.
