Enjoy this article by Tia who came "on air" to be coached about her inner beauty.
Staring in the Mirror, Yet I Couldn’t See
by Tia Silverthorn Bach
DepressionCookies.com
It seemed a simple instruction—look in the mirror and say, “You are a self-confident, graceful, creative and inspiring person.” Coach Betty laid out the guidelines for finding inner beauty. I was pumped. How hard could it be?
I steadied myself in front of the mirror, armed with the words and the will. “You are…” What is that, I thought, a new wrinkle? Crap, there’s another gray hair. I pulled at my skin for a few minutes. I looked tired, sad even. My eyes scanned down. More pounds, I wondered and swore my t-shirt fit better a month ago.
“Mom, whatcha doing,” my sweet six-year-old asked, confused as to why I was pulling, squirming and grimacing.
What was I doing? I was supposed to be lifting myself up, and all I could focus on were my flaws. If one of my three beautiful daughters did that, I would point out every wonderful attribute, every blessing. Yet, I focused on all the things I tell my children not to . . . physical attributes, not inner beauty.
My mother and I co-wrote a coming of age novel, Depression Cookies, showcasing two distinct points of view: teenage daughter and her mother. I wrote the teenage daughter’s point of view while my mom wrote the mother’s. Our hope… to open up the dialogue not only between mothers and daughters but all women to discuss what makes us special and unique, what binds us.
Plus, I’m raising three daughters. It’s easy to tell them to love themselves, but we parents know kids do what they see, not what they are told. Same is true for writers, we are constantly told to show and not tell. It means nothing to tell my children, and other women, to love themselves if I can’t show them how I love myself.
"[Kids] don't remember what you try to teach them. They remember what you are." Jim Henson
I believe whole-heartedly in inner beauty, but I need to practice what I preach . . . for myself, for my three children, for my friends and family.
I started to soften in the mirror, gave my daughter a hug, and repeated, “You ARE a self-confident, graceful, creative and inspiring person.”
“Me, too, Mama,” my sweet daughter repeated. We were both standing in front of the mirror, and I finally started to see. I decided to give my children their own sayings so we could practice together. We’re committed to this exercise every day, until our images become clearer and the words easier to say. It’s a beginning, but a good one.