In the morning I strive for beauty. No matter how tired I am or how much I’d like to just roll out of bed, I always take a shower and perform my rituals in artistry. It’s my daily chance to get a good look in the mirror. I see who I am. I am my own window into who I once was and who I will become. The stroke of brushes and the play of light and shadow remind me that like Ruby Dee, “The kind of beauty I want most is the hard-to-get kind that comes from within—strength, courage, dignity.”
I look good, because I am good. It isn’t vanity and it isn’t self-importance. Like all Superheroines, I wake up wanting to put fourth my best possible self. Though sometimes I am afraid my work has very little meaning, I pay close attention to the details, I do it right, I offer my assistance to ease the burdens of those around me, and I smile at strangers because kindness does wonders for the soul and the skin.
It’s easy to forget about rainbows and roses when we are tucked away in bleak offices and dark rooms. But you don’t have to look hard for beauty. It’s outside your window, in words we speak and write, in things we taste and touch, and in the mirror staring back at you. You just have to remember to look.
Currently Playing: Philip Glass, Metamorphosis 1-5