women supporting women

I love fiercely...but I am also prone to comparison, jealousy + judgement. It can often feel like my beauty + worth depend on the vibrance of the makeup of those around me...the style of clothing of the other women in the room...the volume of feminine chatter + laughter vs. the isolation I feel. It is easy to see that this line of thought leads only to discontent.

I am so much happier praising the knowledge + kindness of the nutritionist we saw recently...the gentle strength + support of our yoga teacher...the power of the woman we saw jogging out in front of her two male companions...the creativity of the blogger who published a book on a favorite topic...the tenacity of a daughter who persevered through a tough week...or the humor + grace of a mother who supported her beloved husband through an tough time.

While focusing in this direction, I forget if my eyes stand out enough or if my house looks updated enough or if what I'm wearing is slimming enough. I'm not even trying to compare to these magnificent women. I'm just celebrating the intellect + gentleness + power + strength + creativity + resilience + humor + grace + compassion + all the real beauty that is female. 

...and I'm finding a little of all of that in myself as well.

Love,
Jane