The other day, I saw a beautiful video from Dove about women's perceptions of themselves. It's part of their Campaign for Real Beauty. It was very moving and poignant, and I've been wondering how others would describe me to a forensic artist. I look at my face and see its flaws - the skin tone that is muted, the circles under my eyes, the falling chin, the short eyelashes and small eyes and mouth. I try not to look too closely:
(FYI, the poem on the whiteboard to my left is James Joyce's Go Seek Her Out, which I put on my poetry whiteboard in dual honor of Valentine's Day and St. Patrick's Day). Guess I need to change to T.S. Eliot's opening lines of The Waste Land or Chaucer's opening lines of The Canterbury Tales. I try to keep it fresh. I'm hoping the chickadees will learn to love poetry by osmosis.)
Right now, my daughters are watching Phineas and Ferb, probably the only program they like than I can stand (with the exception of the Science Channel's How It's Made). The episode is called "Attack of the 50 Foot Sister" and is a fantastic send up of the unreasonable expectations women have of themselves and how the "beauty industry" feeds their insecurities. My favorite is the song, "Flawless Girl"
Psalm 139. Psalm 139. Psalm 139.
I know I'll never be a flawless girl. And really, I don't want to be -- I'd rather be able to run out of the house to pick up the girls after a long day of spring cleaning in a tunic and pj bottoms (sadly, my outfit of today). But the pressure is still there.
Psalm 139 works for me.