Warch, I've printed that poem out to hang on my noticeboard. It really got me by the throat. I know this isn't the thread for it, but it reminded me of this one:
First Lesson
Lie back daughter, let your head
be tipped back in the cup of my hand.
Gently, and I will hold you. Spread
your arms wide, lie out on the stream
and look high at the gulls. A dead-
man's float is face down. You will dive
and swim soon enough where this tidewater
ebbs to the sea. Daughter, believe
me, when you tire on the long thrash
to your island, lie up, and survive.
As you float now, where I held you
and let go, remember when fear
cramps your heart what I told you:
lie gently and wide to the light-year
stars, lie back, and the sea will hold you.
Philip Booth
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Originally Posted by warch
Like other women I know, I look back pictures of me at 15, 25, 35 when I felt uncomfortable, fat or squatty or plain and think what a shame I didn't realize how perfectly fine I was at the time--- and I am working on realizing that right now, too, as I am learning the patterns of my face wrinkles!
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Never a truer word spoken.
Learning to accept my appearance has been a lifelong task, and it's only in my mid thirties that I'm beginning to accomplish it. I thank maturity, anti-dpressants and the Cellar for that. BTW, turned down a snog on Friday night. And probably more. Aren't I a good girl? I'm learning to value myself too.
Now just gotta work on liking the inside. Sigh. Why did adults always seem so together when I was a kid? Oh yeah, because they were too busy for the self-indulgence of introspection.