In which we take a look at how we earned and learned from our scars
Gosh...so many scars...so little time to name them. I look at my photos of when I was in my teens and twenties and I was beautiful. I was. But! Here is the Sad weird thing...because I had a mother who constantly put me down and I was bullied ( I now realize people were jealous but when you are young and tender you don't know). So, One thing it taught me was looks do not matter. At all. Kindness and integrity matters. This stuck with me. Also, it made me fight for underdogs and against bullies. It also made me realize that people who bully are projecting their own insecurities like projectile vomit. Which is why I am able to forgive my mother who now has dementia for being brutal. She took her own talents and beauty for granted. And when I say beauty...I am not talking about physical beauty only because this is truly subjective. I love the song Joe Cocker sung You Are So Beautiful to me. It is a song we must sing to those we love and to ourselves. We all have the choice to be beautiful or ugly. To be broken down or mended with gold.
Jena! This newsletter is so good, the idea is so fruitful, it would also make a very, very good book!