You are. Imagine knowing that inside and out. You are beautiful. I saw this note on the morning bus. I was paying attention. Try it. Look up from your phone, your book, the thoughts roiling around in your head. Roiling, turning, twirling. What are the yes the world loves you messages you are receiving every single day? Perhaps they are in the green parts poking through the broken soil. Perhaps it’s that perfect sandwich which you eat slowly. Perhaps it’s the breath flowing in and out of your body.
A little post script: I watched love bloom on the bus between the folks in this picture. They were strangers when I got on. He approached her, and take a look at her arm. She’s receiving and giving that love. You never know where you’ll get told, “You’re beautiful.”
THANK YOU , REBECCA. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.
Liz! Thank you, dear one. You are too!