I was waiting in line, biding my time, waiting for my friend who was late for our date
When I looked up to see… beauty
Like a splash of cold water walk by me, do you know what I mean?
Like some kind of Goddess walked in
And there she was not aware how everybody had stopped to stare
And I felt myself shrinking like grey seeping in
Counting the years, bringing tears, feeling late, out of date, wanting to hide, reside, elsewhere
But this is what I thought…
Just let yourself love her
Don’t get caught in your own self-loathing, don’t try to criticise her face, her form, her clothing
Just love that beauty exists like this
Beauty abounding, resounding, confounding
Celebrate how the light in the room changed
How people were rearranged by this grace, this face, this space of light created
It’s killing us this self-critique, body hatred, feeling bleak
Don’t cut her out, isolate, judge yourself, medicate
Just open to her
Open to you, you wild gorgeous flower, shine that right through
Soften your heart
Say yes to the beauty
Soak it in
And take part
Or you can watch it tight here.
The piece was sent to me by my friend Rachel MacDonald who thought that I would get out of it what was intended and be struck by it. She was right.
I find this piece so beautiful and proud, though I see sadness in it at the same time because I recognise that women attack and hurt and look for flaws in other women before we look for beauty and this is killing our happiness and our fulfilment.
Physical beauty is subjective to a point, true, however there is great physical beauty in this world that many woman have been borne into and who are then hunted down and scorned for, for their lives – until they are old – and this is not OK.
Let yourself love her.