This is a great day for Question #2, because I have a giant heat blister on my lower lip. It looks like herpes. I've been eating too much food, too late at night, and my belly sticks out farther than my newly-emptied breasts. I haven't showered yet; my sticky neck makes looking down uncomfortable.
No, classical standards of physical beauty don't apply to me right now. And you know what? I care less than I ever have. Maybe that's one of the perks of being 37 and having three kids. Maybe it's spiritual growth: I know, in the core of my bones, that beauty is love and love is God and God is me and therefore I am beauty.
I feel beautiful when I see with the eyes of my heart.
I feel beautiful when I take a deep breath and look at the sky.
I feel beautiful when I smile at a stranger.
I feel beautiful when I write poetry.
I feel beautiful when I show up for my friends and family.
I feel beautiful when I speak my truth (no matter how ugly).
I feel beautiful when I am dancing.
When do you feel beautiful?