But First Let's Talk about Freckles for a minute.
yes those hot little beauty spots you either love or hate or don't give a shit about.
some don't care - some look beautiful and some will forever be the 'omg I hate them put as much make up on as possible and cover them up and I'm always going to be teased' or ' god I can't go out in public without a fake tan on and makeup'
I may have been the later in lives past. Not going to lie, we all have our hang ups.
but what I can tell you is that there is a direct correlation from when I stopped wrecking my mind and body and soul with miscellaneous party habits and started loving myself, then discovered how much i really hated myself and then stomped that shit on the head and started loving the shit outa myself (with the occasional daily, Denelle 'you can't do that you're not good enough voice' - much like a hangover that gets better with age and time - I'm squashing that voice into a million pieces.
so here's a fucking cool picture of a VERY beautiful woman and I know it's random and I know some of you reading might (I have no idea why, haha) not think she is. But beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder - yeah yeah heard that before.
but seriously, we adapt to the situation……. like today
I lay in savasana and there is the light touch of a piece of hair on my face, sticking to the sweat on my face - thats sticky post a hard ass power vinyasa in a 32 degree celsius heated room, and I feel it and leave it there thinking about the bad paired clothes I had worn to class and the lack of towel after rushing from a working afternoon in another suburb and the way I would look when walking out of here. And I thought - there is never a time when I will look perfect or be perfect or have the right EVERYTHING - and I actually probably looked great maybe to someone else post class, they may have been thinking the exact same thing about themselves. I lay there feeling the tickle on my face and breathing slowly, dead still in the dead mans pose, listening to the teacher - Jess the absolute earth angel and I actually can't even remember what she said, I remember having the biggest realisation that imagine if someone wearing perfect makeup and heels and a dress pant was to walk into the yoga shop or to class and probably could have look amazing on a run way or in Paris or whatever but looks like a complete duesch in the yoga environment. and Vice Versa.
how many times do we try and fit a mould based on what we think society wants and then try and perform up to that mould - when every single scenario and situation will have its very own version of 'jus right' and 'fitting in' ------- ergo we will NEVER fit in, we will NEVER be just right.
So why even try? Just love your own version of ok and fall into your heart space, listen to it's whipsers above the shit your mind is trying to tell you via someone else's influence or opinion. Jus love the shit out of yourself and every single freckle will come alive and be the very beauty spot it was designed to be - the mark of beauty from your heart on your skin for the outside world to see.
so here's to all the guys and gals with freckles and all the guys and gals with a idea of trying to look good for other peoples benefit, just do it for you babe.
and ps the above is a trick question - OF COURSE she's beautiful, and OF COURSE she's not - whatever you think, either way, you're right.
peace
dee
