Love, let me see myself as you do.

“It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly your authentic self.”

– Author unknown. (I’ve been Googling for ages, if anyone finds out who the author is, please let me know!)

If I were to look at myself through the eyes of someone who genuinely, deeply, unconditionally loved me, what would I see? Would I see the ‘To do’ lists not done? Would I see the goals not yet reached? Would I see the flaws, the lack, and the ‘mistakes’? No. Love looks at me with eyes devoid of scaly, hurtful delusions. Love sees me. Love sees my tenderness and generosity. Love puts band aids on these self-inflicted cuts and is gentle with my bruises. Love only ever addresses me with gracious, loving acceptance. Love only ever sees the brilliance and perfection of my soul.

Love, grant me your vision…

‘Ugly’ makes no sense, ‘failure’ doesn’t taste of truth…

Love, let me see myself as you do.