I hate, and I mean HATE, photos of myself.
Most of the time, I delete them as soon as I upload them. I just hate looking at what I’ve allowed myself to become, and the grey hairs and the wrinkles. I’m struggling with getting “old”.
And yet my kids love me, they adore me. They tell me I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. The constantly tell me I’m a princess, and a beautiful one at that.
Beauty through the eyes of a child – it’s different to the beauty we acknowledge as adults. I may not feel beautiful, I may not see a pretty woman when I look in the mirror, but my kids somehow see the beauty that still exists. It may be surface beauty, or perhaps it’s deeper than that, but all I know is that when they tell me I’m beautiful, I believe them.