This selfie I took without foundation. Only wearing black eyeliner and Rose Flair lipstick.
As the pandemic enters the second year this is my indoor outfit:
Black-and-white striped tee shirt, black sweater jacket, and black Athleta City pants. With silver globe earrings.
The point is it’s going on the second year of the coronavirus pandemic.
I’m grateful to be alive and breathe air on a sunny day.
This is the difference–time moves on. You either move with it or you wither.
How is it that this selfie is okay? It lies in how we see ourselves. I see myself in a different light after surviving the last year.
Without altering your photo into a strange unrecognizable You I say it comes down to the super-effect of rosy lighting.
Our Zoom selves should be adored not send us running for cosmetic surgery.
At 55 I accept that I don’t have Karlie Kloss’s creamy skin. Nor will I go under the scalpel. Only 5 feet tall I won’t grace a runway either.
The day has come when I can stare at my face in the mirror and be okay with it.
For a lot of us anger is the natural reaction when we realize we wasted so much time viewing our perceived flaws under a microscope.
Today is the day to change this tune. Our time on earth is getting shorter.
The coronavirus pandemic has taught us that tomorrow isn’t guaranteed.
What I’ve learned:
To love myself better than anyone else could ever love me.
This should be the goal for all of us:
To see ourselves in a beautiful light.
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