A little girl who had short red curly hair, bobbed up and down the aisle while her Mother looked at undergarments. I was amused by her non-stop chatter and her Mother's forthright replies. When the little girl wandered-off, the Mother would question, "Where is my shadow?" The little girl would quickly return assuring her, "Here I am!" I was captivated by their relationship.
Soon thereafter another woman came into the shop to look at undergarments. The little girl looked the woman up and down a few times over then pointed at her exclaiming,
"Look Mommy SHE' S really, really big!"
Her mother paused… then gathered the little girl in her arms, "Yes she is big and you are small. The woman is just right the way she is. I am just right the way I am, and you are just right the way you are. We are perfect however we are made, big or small." The Mother put her daughter down, and the little girl started twirling, her red hair danced on her forehead.
Isn't it good to know we are "just right" the way we are?
Hearing that message (which certainly was meant for me,) made me think how satisfying it would be to never criticize or think about how I looked ever again. To simply get up get dress and not waste another nanosecond on trying to look one way or another. To accept with gratitude that I am just right the way I am and not be bothered dying my hair, wearing makeup, those extra pounds, this double chin, this nose and instead see the naked me in wonder and awe.
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