I found this posted on my lovely Irish friend Aisling's blog. http://twoshadesofhope.tumblr.com/ It really struck a chord with me and has stayed with me for a couple of days..
'Perhaps we don't like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe size, our dimples, our knuckles too big, our eating habits, our disposition. We have disclosed these things in secret, likes and dislikes, behind doors with locks, our lonely rooms, our messy desks, our empty hearts, our sudden bursts of energy, our sudden bouts of depression. Don't worry. Put away your mirrors and your beauty magazines and your books on tape. There is someone right here who knows you more than you do, who is making room on the couch, who is fixing a meal, who is putting on your favourite record, who is listening intently to what you have to say, who is standing there with you, face to face, hand to hand, eye to eye, mouth to mouth. There is no space left uncovered. This is where you belong.'
Sufjan Stevens.
It just feels like a comforting piece to read. It's a difficult truth communicated in such a lovely way.
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There is a quote in The Beauty Myth with a similar (bit very different in many ways) meaning...
ReplyDelete“What if she doesn’t worry about her body and eats enough for all the growing she has to do? She might rip her stockings and slam-dance on a forged ID to the Pogues, and walk home bare foot, holding her shoes alone at dawn; she might baby-sit at a battered womens’s shelter once a month, she might skateboard down Lompard Street with its seven hairpin turns, or fall in love with her best friend and do something about it, or lose herself for hours gazing into test tubes with her hair a mess, or clime a promontory with the girls and get drunk at the top, or sit down when the Pledge of Alliance says stand, or hop a freight train, or take lovers without telling her last name, or run away to sea. She might revel in all the freedoms that seem so trivial to those who could take them for granted; she might dream seriously the dreams that seem so obvious to those who grew up with them really available. Who knows what she would do? Who knows what it would feel like?”
-Naomi Wolf, “The Beauty Myth”-
I love it, so much. It is so lovely :) x
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