I want to be her when I grow up
I saw this picture of Artist Louise Bourgeois in a bookstore a few weekends ago, and it stopped me cold. What is it about this woman? And can I have some of it??!
“Charisma” was the first word to come to mind.
Followed by “confidence.”
After getting past my amazement of her aura, I moved on to look at her face. A face covered in moles, and bumps, and age spots, and wrinkles, and basically every single imperfection I try to cover up each day. All facial features I glazed right over when I was struck by Louise’s initially.
That’s the magic of true beauty…. it doesn’t have a damn thing to do with what you look like on the outside, why is that such a hard lesson to learn?
This is what I call charisma captured.
We’ve all got charisma. It’s just buried underneath our layers of insecurities, hidden deep below our foolish preoccupation with society imposed flaws.
Will your wrinkles matter when you are gone?
Will your children remember that you had a big tummy or a comforting one?
When you look at your own mother, and notice her aging traits, do you hate them or adore them?
Hopefully, the next time you look at yourself in the mirror, you will imagine this amazing graceful old woman Louise, and snap out of the moment to see your big picture.
You’ll be better for it,