My husband and I were honored to be guests at our friend's wedding this past weekend. It was such a night. Beautiful. Seriously, elegantly, beautiful. For the event, my cousin adorned me with her hand made hair-piece. I walked a bit taller that night. I felt... "like a woman".
Beauty is a funny thing isn't it? I think that all of us women "walk the line" of balancing "being beautiful" and being "owned" by "being beautiful". I'll explain. That night, on our way down to the wedding I was "somewhere" else. My husband was talking to me, and I couldn't really hear him. I was gazing out the window wondering if I would be "pretty enough".
Owned.
And then, later that night, while my husband was watching and smiling as I was dancing with my girlfriends... I felt beautiful. I wasn't wondering who thought I looked "good". I wasn't wondering if my arms looked fat. I was dancing. And enjoying the beauty all around me...
our smiles, our dresses, our heals, our laughter...
the lights, the joy, the music, the flowers, the cheesecake.
And the beauty in the celebration of love.
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair,
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns,
Come in, she said I'll give you shelter from the storm...
Well I'm living in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge someday I'll make it mine
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
Come in, she said
I'll give you shelter from the storm"
-Bob Dylan
p.s. My cousin sells her stuff here:
(you gotta CHECK IT OUT)
