Women’s Beauty

Dear friends,

When I was in my early twenties, I believed I was so ugly that I felt sorry for the world, thinking it was degraded by my appearance. My greatest wish was to be invisible. I still wanted to see the world, but I didn't want to confront people with the sight of my face. My face was indeed the problem, or at least that's what I thought. Whenever someone told me I was beautiful, I didn't know how to react. I thought they were testing me, trying to see if I'd be foolish or naive enough to believe them.

I share this because I meet many women who struggle with their beauty. They think something is wrong, that they should look different, that they aren't lovable, that their body or face is a problem.

It isn't. It never is.

The problem lies in the damage—the trauma, the lack of unconditional love, care, and safety as a child. The belief that something must be wrong with us is the trap.

We don't need to change our bodies; we need to heal from the damage. Free ourselves from painful beliefs. Get clear and stop the fight. Provide shelter to the wounded girl and nurture her, letting her know she is safe now. You are there to take care of her, to tell her she can relax and allow herself to be lovable and loved. It is in our nature to be lovable and loved because it is in our nature to be Love.

When we realize this—not only mentally but on a deep energetic level—we start seeing reality. Before, we were too entangled in our painful beliefs. We begin to see beauty, occasionally in the mirror but mostly all around us. We not only see beauty; we also experience beauty. We understand beauty as Love made visible. It becomes impersonal. We heal from the belief that we are separate, that we can win or lose, that we can be good enough or not good enough, be lovable or not. It takes being damaged to believe such painful thoughts. When healed and awakened, we don't care to be the embodiment of beauty as a separate identity; we care to see and experience beauty in all there is. As we no longer believe we are separate, we realize that we are fully part of this infinite beauty, of this Love made visible. We realize it's nothing less than our truest nature.

I am sharing this text on the occasion of Women’s Day. You can, of course, replace the word ‘beauty’ with whatever you think your shortcoming is and realize it’s not a shortcoming, only a belief.

Much love,
Zoe