I am not this body
I am not this face.
I am not these scars.
I am not this body.
I am not this skin.
I am the soul that lives within.
...I am the soul that lives within. - Rumi
A reminder whenever I feel shitty about myself, particularly my appearance.
What's the point of perfect anyway?
Without our kinks and quirks, we'd all look like plastic-faced, empty-headed Kartwatian robots.
There's so much more to be experienced and enjoyed once we get past trying to look perfect. Not having any mirrors at the ashram was insanely freeing. I didn't have even have my own clothes because I'd only planned to stay for the month of teacher training. My suitcase would only fit the bare essentials as I'd used the space for all my camping equipment, a few pairs of undies, and some yoga pants. When I made the last minute decision not to get on the plane home, I was given clothes and toiletries by new friends and strangers.
How amazing is that? It didn't matter if they didn't fit perfectly, or if my new bag had holes in it. That stuff had history, it came with good karmic energy. Given freely, with good intentions, to be used for good intentions and with a grateful heart.
Yes, I still went to Mac in Nassau and bought a couple of bits of make up, because I couldn't let go completely!! But the freedom from full length mirrors and worrying about appearances like we do in the 'real' world, was life changing. I miss that everyday.
Anyway, attractiveness is not just visual.
It's energetic, magnetic, chemical. It can't be painted on. Paint and make up = a mask (to hide behind).
The real you is your light.
Your true nature is luminous.
Remember that, forget the rest.